The Labyrinth
Walking around the labyrinth is a way to focus. Walking around the labyrinth is repetition and observation, much like poetry. I’ve been writing nonfiction lately. It comes randomly and I don’t try to tame it. Instead I listen carefully and let the stories form. Amid all the daily tragedies, there are tiny bursts of beauty. I can’t name them because they come so suddenly, like the hummingbird that occasionally flies by my window. The first time I saw him, I thought he was a moth or bee. Then I realized that he was a fully formed bird, in miniature. On the way to the labyrinth, there are many flowers–iris, peony, marigold, roses. Some I cannot name but they are no less perfect. Over the weekend, I listened to the work of many writers, travels through time and place. The diversity of voice was rare and compelling. Listening is like dreaming.
Literary Imaginings by Lisa C. Taylor 