Missed in the Mist
Sewed to an invisible cloud
with threads of imagination
the Purple Martins seemed to soar.
I moved from Ventana Canyon
and never see them anymore.
      My memories came with me
but birds have their own destiny.
Some of my other friends are gone
and i cannot remember where.
The Purple Martins carry on;
perhaps other friends are up there.

      Walt Abbott–2-5-2009


A short treatise on incubation
doesn’t require imagination.
You could write about anything
and find out it is happening.