May 3rd. 2014
 

Star weed is raining down on the Tower.
A little 'portrait' of our Compound tower, our tower of life. Ravens on the south side balcony, the owls on the highest floor, the bees coming and going through a small hole in the very top of the tower. This tower is filled with honey no one can get to.

The descending bee has a bald spot; She's an old bee. A tiny tuft of down from the owl got caught in the weed. A trace of a dive for prey. Stars are falling, little threads in buck weed twigs form constellations. A bell hangs high in the sky. Moonless nights are starry, and one night all stars were falling, streaking the sky, bats flying low, I hear their wings flapping, a screech of the owl, ghostly white, his face against the tumultuous sky - I laid on my back, sinking into the earth. Darkness swallowed me up.