Aerialists know
Doubt is the heavy thing.
They know doubt is the stone, the flaw
Named accident. The figure
Whose body flows
Over the rings of darkness
Is the perfect believer.
He makes it look easy,
Leaping from swing to swing,
Shining—a white tendril
In the garden of blue air—
And safer than men on earth trudging,
Fervent but irresolute,
Their doubt always a dark itch,
Over fields and roads.

—Mary Oliver (again)
This is wonderful. The words and the image.
posted October 9th, 2017  
Life is good!
posted October 9th, 2017  
A fav. Such perfect pairing
posted October 9th, 2017  
Impressive - words and photo!
posted October 9th, 2017  
cool fav
posted October 9th, 2017  
Cool shot
posted October 10th, 2017  
Great shot. Love the poem, too. It made me think of my airborne soldier who skydives on leave.
posted October 17th, 2017  
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