Sometimes it’s visible. Sometimes obscured by cloud. It all depends on the wind. It’s how the forest moves. If the clouds clear it’s a sublime vision.
A vast cluster of roots dangle in the azure. Roosting birds rest tired wings in the labyrinth. Rainclouds are a welcome sight.
Leaves, shades of viridian and emerald scythe though chalk-white clouds. In autumn the leaves tumble through the sky, and clouds snag on the empty branches, banners of loam billowing in the fall.
A hut. Lungs now accustomed to the thin air. Forest wanders in solitude. Beards and rags drift in the blue yonder as herbs are gathered, under rising suns and flickering stars.
Sky river crosses the forest. Trout swim through it, avoiding the solitary net. In summer, against the drifting sun with a gentle breeze, it is the perfect place to fly a kite.
Thank you for taking us for your rides high in the sky, skyraftwanderer…
This was actually what Sky Raft was meant to be. But it collapsed and turned into what it is now.
So it was nice to salvage something from that previous project.
I think the way you write allows the mind’s eye to be closed, the way that someone would close their eyes when they are trying to imagine something, and to see what you have written (I wonder if that makes sense, but that was the first idea that came to me). Like it unlocks your imagination and one is free to see the world that you created.
When I read these fragments, I imagine the place. Much like being in a magical forest and you spin around slowly to take in your environment.
Yeah, you made sense. And I like that view. Lord knows I love abstraction so seeing things I write rise from nothingness…well I like that.
And again, for a salvage job it appeared this turned out all right.