Nomadic agency quilted on the farm
to be sewn to the edge of what feels to be safe—————distanced from the phenomena yet to be encountered.
Demarcated threads of who we are, who we were–stitched
in prior knowledge of space—a background
of unchanging identities carries no light to the edge of the pier.
Horizontal lines of earth and fire
transversed by the vertical,
the depth of air and water.
in the sinking abyss,
rising over the reflections
the many faces we wear
flying out on the wing,
receptivity to the space-between
-the mirror and its projections.
Let us begin with the unexpected.
Image by: Yamasaki Ko-Ji