How far have we traveled? The sago palm outside the natatorium window poking toward us. Tall palmettos’ startled hair, sea-clouds streaking our glass roof with world- pulse, the bright synonyms of star stuff that gave itself to a somewhat puddled globe. Back stroke, side stroke, a little angina, a brief respite. The ever-now lengthening of the body in its first-of-the-day awakening. Green glimmer. Shadowless skin. Never mind the darkness of soil out there, where nematodes, “the most numerous multi-cellular animals on earth,” never find voice enough to out-sing us.
John Allman | Extracting Wisdom Contents | Mudlark No. 48 (2012)