Creative Gravity

 

The dark returns to light in the kingfisher’s blue and white richly laid together. He falls into flight from the broken ground, with strident outcry and gathers air under his wings. In work of love, the body forgets its weight. And once again with love and singing in mind, I come to what must come to me, carried as a dancer by a song. This grace is gravity.

 

Wendall Berry, The Gift of Gravity