Sunday - Self
The schools of birds swoop and dive crisscrossing into and out of and through each other and the children never notice caught up they are in the balls and each other playing games are all afoot they don't even know another's name but of what importance are names to those who do not know and fun calls to you and joy and delight dance with you yet you barely know your self to be dancing! The birds are dancing overhead. The adults are sitting along the sides trying hard not to ponder life's greatest mysteries despite being faced with them so clearly, dearly why does being self conscious mean knowing others are watching you and not that you know your self because two separate things are being awkwardly uncomfortable always seeking outside validation for your self and being free to swoop like a bird so easily conscious of your self as simply enough