A bird just flew into the picture window. Is that the inspiration for the words I was waiting on while looking out at bare trees in the bright March sun?
Imagine its surprise when it crashed into hard clarity. It was a flash of revelation surrounded by the spraying feathers of confusion.
It registered within its birdbrain though. Correcting course without much hesitation, it flew away in opposite direction.
That's the way of nature, like the mountain stream that slams the boulder and in reversal forms the temporary whitewater.
What's missing from this picture is that bird and stream will both continue in their way around the objects of obstruction in a slightly rearranged intensity.
Although, in longer view of things, the boulder will be worn away and this building with its window razed and trucked away.
The only fact remaining is that space of clarity.
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