Hands, Windward

daniel on Feb 23rd 2010

Look to windward. There it is. Could have seen it coming; didn’t. Such is life. There it is again, and again, and again. Look to windward though eyes tear up. There is life there no imagination could devise. Look to windward though it is cold. Still there is life there. Least expected places always. Right?

This is how everything is. No shoulder for the pack; the pack is anyhow carried. Passive voice. Active voice. Does it matter? Maybe. Or not. Lack of pronouns. The actors are frozen in place; the board is set. Not playing but being played. Brief bursts of energy. Movement. Choice. Illusion?

Look to windward. Stand still. Wind moves. Or wind stands still. Who moves? Invisible hands; so many.

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