I sat at my east window this morning gazing upon the same view of my most recent post. Raising my eyes to that window to the north the sky was now air blue, fluffy with clouds. My thoughts buzzed like flies unable to settle. I’m sure reading a poem referring to the usually unwelcome insect is the reason I use the fly metaphor. I was holding the book ‘Selected Poems’ – poems by Canadian writer/poet Alden Nowlan (1933-1983). http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alden_Nowlan I only recently discovered his writings and I am quite struck by the stark reality he portrays along with a deep understanding of humanity.
Sew Path 