The loon’s call
pierces complacency…
I spiral backwards,
inwards – depths
of dream forgotten –
an eerie awakening.

(Image my own)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

15 thoughts on “Loon”

  1. Seemingly a long time ago my family and I would spend summers on Squam Lake New Hampshire…where I first encountered Loons. An ‘eerie awakening’ describes them so. beautifully. Thank you:)

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