Tortoise and Hare
I can’t help but to
think back to one
of my last in-person classes.
We closed our eyes and
imagined what it would be like
to run towards our goals
like a wild animal.
Looking back at what
I wrote then
makes it so clear to me
just how different
the world felt to me
even just a few months ago.
If I were to sit down
and repeat that same exercise,
I can’t help but wonder
if my steps would be
wild and desperate
or weary and tired
with the weight
of the ignorance of others.
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The structure here, to me, fortifies change through the ages, the ages and arcs of our own stories.
“the world felt to me
even just a few months ago.”
is such a tidy and pricking expression of time lost, or time unwound in contemplation, or even a semaphore (as a starkly, even percussive, blank space) that ripely elucidates a puzzling, passing, mysteriously catalytic, chrysalis-like expanse of time that shapes our growing impressions of things. Love the structure! like little rosary beads your squeezing through pensive digits.