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To slip on ice is to feel the whole earth slide away. The feet fly up;
arms flail for altitude. The body buoys on air, wanting to belong there.
Within this crystalline instant, the weight of life is lifted; and the heart
accelerates with joy and fear. In the face of the person falling, a wild
abandonment.
for Dennis Thompson (12/19/07)
arms flail for altitude. The body buoys on air, wanting to belong there.
Within this crystalline instant, the weight of life is lifted; and the heart
accelerates with joy and fear. In the face of the person falling, a wild
abandonment.
for Dennis Thompson (12/19/07)
The interstate off-ramp makes a complete
circle, crossing below the spot you exited and
sending you perpendicular to your original
route.
The ditches bloom with Jerusalem artichoke
this time of year, and I mention it only because
it's a kind of proof I'm here in this out-of-the-way
place where you get off for gas or something to
drink while on your way somewhere else.
You can drive so long that when you finally
reach your destination and sit down your body
still rides.
If you stay in one place long enough you come
to feel the movement of everything around
you--as I feel you now, passing by.
circle, crossing below the spot you exited and
sending you perpendicular to your original
route.
The ditches bloom with Jerusalem artichoke
this time of year, and I mention it only because
it's a kind of proof I'm here in this out-of-the-way
place where you get off for gas or something to
drink while on your way somewhere else.
You can drive so long that when you finally
reach your destination and sit down your body
still rides.
If you stay in one place long enough you come
to feel the movement of everything around
you--as I feel you now, passing by.