I walk through broken landscape
---that's been around a long, long time.
It's beautiful, these cornices now at knee level.
---Wrong, but beautiful.
A mist floats me to a different place
---I couldn't have gotten to on my own.
The greens of the garden are heightened, multitudes of smells effuse.
I belong, it is familiar. A bit of wonderment as to how.
No frolicking, no running.
---Slowness seeps in.
A new speed to step into.
By Julie Kuhn, Jamaica Plain
