The Crossing
Because metal can move that fast, we ask it of our flesh. The sun, our blood, how we’re pulled to our feet; it all acts differently now. Take a walk, slowly. Relearn the movement of your legs, joints, toes. Feel your body in this new place. Settle into the air against your skin. Ask nothing of your mind. Look for crickets, their spots, the height of their jumping, the speed of their legs. Sense how the pitch of a din of voices moves toward your ear. The wash of a hue between your eyes and the sun is where you are now. Put your hand to your chest. Thank this movable body and all that it still contains. cklittle