You can spend a long time complaining to a wall
But only the insane do that.
You can lean on its sun warmed sides
Rest a ladder and climb
Tunnel beneath
But in the end, you have to wonder
If perhaps it is not simpler
To accept
This is a wall
and find a doorway instead.
Header photo: Magpies at dawn. Where I walk in the paddocks well away from town, the magpies cluster, sometimes in large numbers. Which is odd for magpies, who are not flocking birds. Or I didn’t think they were.
There can be up to twelve some mornings, sitting on separate fence posts like sentinels. They watch me as I walk past, and I always nod and say good morning if they tilt their intelligent little heads and seem to require it.
In town, magpies usually have their family group – perhaps four at the most – two adults and the chicks they are raising. I had never seen them in such large groups until I wandered further afield. There is a great deal we miss when we don’t pay attention. But we don’t know that we miss it. Which is what makes it okay to most people. But I’m not most people, I don’t think I ever have been.
And that is a question that I ask myself a lot these days.
What else am I missing?
And when you look – it’s heartbreakingly apparent.
So much.
We are all missing so much.
