Treading

Just enjoy the sun on your skin, not close to home and not clinging to the rung of any wider jungle gym plan. Somewhere plain becomes pretty with a drop of summer light like cordial in a glass. Subtle and uncomplicated, you are just here, fallen from any strangling context. The things you care about make life worth living, the causes you shred yourself for, but sometimes you feel most alive in the spaces between things that don’t really matter. When you are left alone with the world, by chance allowed to stop in one of its corners. You can tread your personal void for a while and observe the hiding museums of this world’s patches and details. Tracing the curves of structures and boundaries that fall outside the brackets of your own life. You feel gravity holding you against the pavement, and are reminded that despite your time spent working up to lofty goals, and sailing behind flying ambitions, everything that means anything in this life happens pressed to the surface of a planet.