We fall, run in circles inside our head and within our canvas of activity.
My bones stack like a wall and I absorb her power.
We are five. An ensemble of accidents and searching for the unknown.
Thick is my home. Rooted, emergent forms of merge and separate. A welcomed meditative trance.
Searching for a clue, taking in the room, I search for the mean white cat but really I imagine that I have slipped inside a Jaque Tati film. For a moment I am French.
The reeds bend, an early season sprinkler. My fascia extends to meet the room.