The Place Where…
This prompt invites a coming home to my memory
past and future
to the geography I have known and crave.
This memory is precious, it churns.
Recall of place, space, and moments in time
morph, twisting
in response to my
emotional seesaw
then and there
sentimental layers of knowing
then and there
sustained energetic connectivity
then and there
My mind swirls with, in, through places
the connections and memories they hold
…Stillness is absurd.
As a mover and maker, this invitation to move is not contained to one memory
not one place.
Place is within one’s own kinesphere when moving creatively.
Place is beyond one’s own kinesphere as enveloped and bolstered by environment.
Where am I when dancing in my kitchen?
Cramped quarters,
countertop collisions,
and cutting board queries.
Swirling ‘n spinning by the sink,
Twirling tea towels,
Lightly leaping about the linoleum.
Body and Breath bounce around broken cabinets.
(Yet!) I am elsewhere.
Reminiscing of fantastical forests of ferns or salty seaside sands.
Going through my grocery list.
Drawing forth the implacable déjà vu nausea of last night’s dream.
Place is shared time between a person and a space (physical or metaphysical).
Place is the stirring sensation that remains long after.
The Place Where Stillness is Absurd is everywhere, but begins in my body.
It is within the facility of the beholder, mover, breather,
being.
