Thursday, May 21, 2009

and then

The earth rotates, the shift perhaps imperceptibly felt from this spot on the ground, as the alignment of the uppermost branches of the trees for a moment doesn't tally with what the eyes expect to see. Then everything matches again, the planet spinning effortlessly along its track as the ants work their way across the tendons of the left foot, searching for food or a new nesting site.

The ground is comfortable, or it would be if it weren't for the awkwardly placed pebbles and the suspicion that natural may also harbor the detritus of human existence, bottle caps, cigarette butts, but with the blinding pain in the left temple and a sense of misalignment associated with the right elbow, the undesired paraphernalia is immediately preferable to trying to locate a cleaner spot of dirt.

reading on the plane, "Three Cups of Tea"

weather well-earned