Co-creating with serendipity. She traded full creative control for tenderness. The result is a silly bat she didn’t know she’d dearly love.
A knot atop a knot sat there while I made this and that. Winter was here then spring came, to him I tied three different scraps. He grew tall and patient. One summer day he got these things that look like wings. Ah, now he looks enough of something that I can call it something like a moth! A butterfly! A paper plane with a head! Yes, very well. Now that I know where it is, what it is, and that it is has a persistent shape in my head, I can safely put it on the table again.
I took in enough of it’s shape in my head now I know what it is, that it is in my head in one piece instead of 389.
Found some eyes. He wanted them. Someone else’s arms becomes his ears, that don’t look like ears, but are he says so.
He chose them the safety orange fuzz like how we reach for water on a hot day. He doesn’t see well, safety orange instead get him seen. And a tongue to lick sweat in the air but who cares.