Turning back from the moment, moving away from the solidity of the ground, moving into a form of space that knows no up nor down. This is a place that is no place and a nowhere that is somewhere and a here that is now only. Still, we turn around to look back, attempting to discover how we came to be here, in this now and nowhere, here and now.
You and I make gestures towards each other, turning the possible over in our hands as though it is some strange gift given to us we do not know how to use, as though we cannot create a new world, a new way of living from these materials around us.
We have all the possibilities of a life together in reach, but we do not know how to take them, how to shape them, to create a new world around this instant of time that holds us trapped like insects in amber, like two people caught in a photograph hung on a wall, unable to break free of the frame that holds us in this pose, poised between a world we have left behind and a world that waits, yet to be.
No comments:
Post a Comment