July 20, 2021

repair work

How to start anywhere: Look down. A blade of grass. A pellet of gravel.
A slow creature stumbling over the rope bridge of a cigarette. Someone will say
“Over here!” pointing to some magnificence. Prismatic light will descend from
the advancing evening sky and you will be tempted to reach for a way to pause time,
delay the inevitable turmoil of the clouds, the dusky beauty of the world, the very air
you’re breathing, and the shutter will click and you will turn back the way you came,
and get in the car, and drive on. So before anything breaks any more than it has,
feast on the minutest geographies below. Watch the beetle confront its fibrous obstacles.
Locate the tiny pearlescence of stone, winking when you tilt your chin a single degree.
And below that, a million threads of green, one after another after another.