Call it a threat––back against two walls, but some dream best from spaces like this. If I wanted to hide, I could walk in the open, but only from here can I bear witness to being, the intricate choreography of shadows, swinging between the arms of a branching angle. Turning from one wall into to the next, I find the other half of this shell, enough to negate the noise of a universe with its effusive unknowns, and hear, between breaths, the song of a single house finch.
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Inspired by, and using borrowed phrases from, the chapter “Corner” in Gaston Bachelard’s The Poetics of Space.
Excellent post – fascinating, deep and powerful. ‘The Poetics of Space’ book looks intriguing too. Thanks for sharing this.
It is a beautiful, powerful book. I am so glad this piqued your interest, Ellie! : )