Wednesday 9 March 2011

A 3 legged woman

She walked, slowly, 3 legs progressing as two as if the pain was bearable, as if she was someone she was not. A life now lived as if. Daring to look into the darkness might mean a challenge to 'as if'. The third leg was palpable, sometimes it even energized her, gave her the sense that she was special and that a life of 'as if' was not necessary. It was a long journey but the third leg made it more bearable somehow.
The cars moved, lurched, danced past the window and a young boy moved across the sand and stones appearing to her to limp. Was this a limp, was this a mis-seeing on her part, or was this the 'as if' manifest in an other? It was impossible to know. Knowing doesn't like 'as if', knowing doesn't like 3 legs, it knows 2 are best, optimal, known and yet...she continued to walk, slowly, 3 legs progressing as if...the sea continuing 'as if' it had no part to play in all of this

JB 8 March, 2011

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