equinox
  • place: en route London, England - Phoenix, Arizona

21::March::2005 16:29 → permalink

on balanced spin, equinox framed, about to board a flight. maybe the first, maybe the last, I can’t remember. who is who. Asian lady pressing cucumber slices on her eyes. halves the slices and rubs the edges around her temples, forehead, and face. a traveler. with some shamanistic knowledge about cucumbers. they keep away all sin and corruption. now a small group of children. with two women. the children are in varying stages of difference. bodies shaking and shivering, or crooked bent, but through that mere material be-ing, there are brightness shinings. words sound from shaking throats. life takes all form. any form, any way. two hours to the flight. and eleven hours on the plane. hours to arrive and depart.

London always is a memory. and what a racket at Heathrow. fire alarm goes off as I am perambulating around Terminal 4, almost making me miss my flight. automated grill gates roll down in front of all the duty-free shops. no shopping in an emergency! a crowd of anxious people, many of them obvious foreigners, wondering what the hell was going on. now on the plane, over Fargo, thought about Ken when just puttering over Winnipeg. encased in ice. might as well be north of Hudsons Bay.

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