New thoughts splash on the shore and disappear into the sand …
Too distracted to see them, to capture them, I’m gripped by whatever has gripped my mind in that moment – and it doesn’t have to be sand. Any surface we walk absorbs our tracks and leaves no measure of us soon after we’ve passed.
Sure there are many life-affirming analogies about leaving a path or blazing a trail, cliché in their sameness and leaving us all on familiar and equal footing – if only in our theoretical brains.
We are not the same and we are not equal – can never be. We are dots along a line so long and close we might look like a single strand of something like strong fishing line, suitable for rolling up or rolling out, no weakness to break …
