i kind of panicked when my little paloma blanco flew away. i mean, i only had it for a day, but i was getting attached to seeing the bird, perched on the tip of the barn like the statue on a bow of a ship set to sea. i took great pleasure in watching it eating my food, drinking my water...living with me. yeah, i knew in my heart it might just be a fleeting friendship, a one night stand, a pit stop on the long road home. and when it happened, when she flew, she stretched her wings, rustled them up a little bit, and then jumped. la paloma swooped and circled, through the trees and power lines, higher and higher yet, then out of sight. i tried not to cry, i was sad to see her go, proud to have been a rest stop for the weary and injured traveler. but as the saying goes, if you love someone set them free. i fear i may love too too much to make this an easy parting... but still, i try. i went back to my business of chores: planting, painting, cooking and digging. and before i knew it, i was pleasantly distracted from my loss, floating through the drifting currents of thought. i looked up, just out of habit, just for good measure. and the homing pigeon had returned...
...only to fly away again, hours later. ah, such is life. the ups, the downs, the roundabouts.
happy solstice.
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