A Woodpecker
sounds tremmers in the trees: regular soft explosions that spread across the treetops and open a space in my thoughts. It marks not a precise location but a diffuse timespace, coming from all directions, switching from the right to the left, ahead of me to what is behind, to confuse my ears and make my head swivel in vain to locate its source. Escaping visual capture it produces the forest as an extensive place that reaches vertically and horizontally to create a sensorial expanse of trees. I am in the midst of this expanse sensing rather then seeing its reach and breathe into the hollow of its sound.
