Tag: Longing

• January 24, 2012

  The mystery of the pigeons, the tranquility of the birdsong

  How many pigeons are there? I lose count every time. Each pigeon and every pigeon formation come, all come, as a surprise. I look and the formation has changed. Or I turn away, return, and–am I disappointed or reassured?–they have not changed. Or they have. My eye goes back to the places where they were,…