Saturday, June 18, 2011

Jesus's Mural, Paint by Number

Listening is an art, the only true one left to us. Breaking bread makes its sound, though an old and often heard one. A crunch if the sun is hot a wet and doughy collapse if it is raining and if it is an hour of the morning that is dark and anxious and where one is swallowed by great sucking gales of breath then silence.