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.
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.