21 February 2009

a sense of place.

I only want to.
I see no problem with loosing 
It builds humbleness 
and a stronger sense
of the power
of the personal narrative.

to meander down dusty roads
in thought and in body
turning eyes to the sun
and back to the dust.

to feel the beginnings of spring
forcing its wobbly, kinetic energy 
through layers of silent winter sun 
in spindly tendrils of molecules upon bare skinned faces. 

to let the place consume the Self
then realize it, murky thick air
through which the body moves
in the rush to orient the Self whilst separated into the Other. 

{first photo via ffound.
second and third photos via Joanna Goddard, by Linn Photography.} 

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