I look for the unknowable, refining my questions for the unfathomable all one. I can feel a honing in that’s nearer the bone this way. These small tugs see me through to my soul. When falling like a weightless thing, spiraling deeper, further, I grab at the ground like a hungry hawk with a triad of hooks and pause just long enough to refuel my wings and try again.
Water Rights 2016/2017