a long circle
February 10, 2012 § Leave a comment
Coloured cushions mark the circle, here and there accompanied by a shawl or blanket in a fallen pile of woven wool. A few sit, eyes soft with the seeing of others moving their deep stories. One is met by another and a short striking contact unfolds through which the face of the first grows lighter, awoken somehow, eyes still closed. The second, in awareness of this change or in ignorance, moves on and the first is left, uncertain, unknowing.