Out in the cool of dark morning before dawn

León, Thursday, 22 February 2018

Out in the cool of dark morning before dawn, the daily

ritual of illumination spreads from the east, and

with the hands and tools of many continents, some barely

contiguous and some across the dense liquidity

of life-crowded oceans, memory builds, always, across

all perceptions, its future structures on the plane of our

daily experience—these structures form patterns by which

we may, if blessed, conquer moments years from now as we sit

here, legs crossed, counting breaths, now, this moment, this morning. Then,

ignition. All the ancient fire she can summon pressed tight

into compact steel space pushes the piston that in turn

turns the mechanism that rolls us all at killer speeds to

our destinies. But that is how life, mechanical and

biological, lurches forward, at what we feel and

only darkly know to be only an invisible

and infinitesimally timed ticking process of

volition, to its end, and to what we’ll experience

as our own death—and tomorrow, out in the cool of the

dark morning before the dawn, the daily ritual of

illumination spreads from the east, and with hands and tools…

walking all day