Ten minutes out to sea, the only knots on ropes,clove hitches and sheet bends, fishing knots, utilityboat knots, not knots of loss that melt as I stareat the bay, eyes searching for harbor seals, fixed on outcropscovered with cormorants and squabbling gulls, bird eyesfollowing pelicans swooping in squadrons; the sundazzling, broken only by wing shadows I long to paint,though I can’t paint, but I want … Continue reading Wing Shadows I Long to Paint by Angie Minkin