blue edge pull into center.
orange purifies sky as spaciousness devolves.
i move toward the middle and,
aahhh,, what I never saw before!
i move into the lower corners and I pray
excusing what might have been there before the emptiness became the filled -
a masterly portent.
measuring dear proximity of blackless space with lessons of mystical ruin.
transpired treaded forgone beauty.
where is the browned earth,
the rich portal release when the corner doors are closed.
the entry into night unfolds as the new dawn's brightness blinds.
i started taking walking lessons about 2 weeks ago. this was going to be a solstice present to myself, walking can lead to dancing and then to swimming... or in any order of movement. now i can stand with more than half my weight on one leg or another, pretty good for me, rising from the wheelchair in a ghostly light, partly real and partly imaginary, growing tall and feeling statured. looking far ahead into no space, only the moment of still standing, a bit of sway. i don't think about dancing until after it's over - that moment of high headedness, recognizing myself as human, even just for a brief moment of belonging to the two-legged herd.