"Operation: Dreamland"
April 2008
Phyllis Strauss Gallery
Collaboration with Clayton Rychlik, accompanying music
Works by Elizabeth Shanks
Braille of Swallows
But for the wind through the tall grasses ,
husks scraping and hair whipped in the breeze,
the stillness sounds harsh billowing dawn.
Plumes of drifting sand, the slight speckled voice,
follows the white, white road arcing at the moon
and an aching morning light eases the whisper of the vale.
A slight, barely-drop through the sparkle-berry trees,
the landing, so pale, in rows of feathers,
lifeless birds crash, braille in the fields––
What begins with one fall becomes another,
spells out faintly teeth through hair and a skirt dropped
in the unsuspected, fumbling dark of a hushed accord.
A flock loses itself, on a cold, bright field
of reeds and ruffled knees,
in the folds and tousles of graying cotton,
where passing cars don’t listen for the feathered flaps
or light chirrups––
a song goes missing from the air