"running"
when everything looks the same -
all the olive trees in rows upon rows
the dry brush snapping under your feet
the evergreens, the rock, the shale
you think you’re finding your way home and
then, like Pooh bear, see the same
puddle
and
realize
you’re
going
in
circles
and
realize
you’re
going
in
circles
so u turn to go the other way
to see if it looks familiar, and its
completely different
and you’re
and you’re
lost again
have to keep going
round
round
the circle
till
u recognize
u recognize
it
AS
a
circle
AS
a
circle
then have to get
up the nerve to
cut out thru the
brush, scratching your legs,
brush, scratching your legs,
and into
the
washed-
-out riverbank
the
washed-
-out riverbank
falling
down
scrambling
up
till you arrive
in a new
place you
don’t recognize
in a new
place you
don’t recognize
and start
over
soo good!
ReplyDeleteNothing feels more circular than healing. Except for maybe everything about being alive... Anyway- I know what you mean here. I feel like I go in circles and think I am back in the same place- but it never really is. There is always the healing, the changing, the moving forward.
ReplyDeleteI forgot to mention that this is a true account of my first run up the mountain by Can Serrat, our art residency in Spain. In addition there was just a massive, once-in-a-hundred-years flood that washed out sections of all the trails and moved thousands of tons of earth. Earth and garbage.
ReplyDeleteArt residency, wonderfuf. And to be there to see nature in such fury.
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