Running at the feet of mountains, my eyes trace Her sinuous lines like a lover. Pausing at the scars jutting sharp elbows where the universe left an imprint. A sudden impact like an ekg scan forcing an aggressive deviation from the once steady, smooth path. Yet surrounded by swaths of soft chapters stained in stone. Some wider, others thin. Like tree rings spiraling out. Telling tales of abundance, and years of drought. I count the layers of experience buried deep, revealed only by cuts,...

Losing you, a free fall Rushing air, inverted chest vacuum sucking, gasping. Then I landed. Ground reverberating up through muscular...

I find myself in the in-between again. I try to name it: liminal space, unknown, ambiguity, paradox... but not limbo, that implies...