Thursday, March 19, 2009
I couldn't emote in there, so he sent me on an inward scavenger hunt for feelings. He directed me to my shoulders and mouth, to my chest, to my sadness. Then we worked our way back out from the sound of the clock to the passing cars beyond the window. To feel, in this very moment. I played along, trying to keep my knee from shaking all the while. I have wasted his time and mine, I silently scolded myself. I am a poor student today. Yet when I opened that thick heavy door and stepped back into the world, I caught a waft of lilacs (do you know how pollen's perfume explodes at the turn of day?) and drove off into a sunset showcasing a ladder of clouds turned on its side. Feelings flickered.