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.
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Robin Ross, a painter