I thought, “I will abandon this car, this
Hulking piece of metal. It won’t keep me
Prisoner. I have legs, after all, I’m
Made of flesh and bone, after all.” So I
Pulled out from the miles of ordered cars in
Lines of bright patience and wholesome hues as
I had things to do. I had my boots, my
Gloves, I would prevail. Crouching to leap in
Sprint against the wind, I could never claim,
“I’m first.” Not in as long a way as the
Stars permit their cold light to touch my skin.
To stay, to rest, to remain imprisoned
Is not a sentence. A parentheses
More like. Stillness suspended in between
The featured image is Still Life Vase with Zinnias by Vincent Van Gogh painted in 1888. The work of Van Gogh (1853-1890) is in the public domain.
Exhibition 1874 