Page 16 - Demo

Natch!2I%u2019ve seen it on days when it looked like a swirling school ofsardines or a flock of starlings. I%u2019ve seen elephants hiding in tallgrasses. I%u2019ve even seen more than a few dinosaurs, but that wasages ago.Q sprouts from a shallow circular pool with tentacles,antennae, stems, limbs, and other appendages heading in everydirection, each in its own way reaching skyward. The morningshufflers all gawk as they pass. The graceful bend of a swanlikeneck, a gnarled knot of twisting roots, the coils of an impossibleboa, the elegant line of a dorsal fin, the hypnotic radial geometryof a succulent, the intimidating flex of a muscular leg thatsomehow morphs into a gigantic twisting torso%u2014as they ascend,each shape, surface and hue changes from something tosomething else. Some become slender and tapered, othersbulbous and spiked, some gauzy and translucent, others speckledor striped. Some sway casually in the wind. Some sparkle in thesun or deepen in the rain.Q%u2019s jumbled connections and intersections rise so vigorouslyand randomly that you can look for hours and not notice thesame form twice. I%u2019ve spent many Mondays testing that theory.Some claim to hear melodies whistling through the menagerie.My sister swears she sees ghostly faces staring back at her. That%u2019sthe nature of complexity, I guess. It%u2019s also the complexity ofnature, come to think of it. The more you see, the more there isto see.The wind brings any number of objects within reach of Q%u2019stangly barbs. They add a random patina of this and that,everything and anything that%u2019ll fly. On a given Monday anynumber of birds and insects also find purchase in Q%u2019s loving arms.Blustery days have a way of putting folks on edge. Gustingwinds push out what%u2019s here to make room for what%u2019s coming. Noempty spaces allowed.