I Finca I Like This

When you find yourself perched on the precipice of a pond's pad, what do you see?

I'll tell you what. First thing you see is your toes. Next you see the water below. The stars (or sun) reflecting off the surface. Then the trees in the background. The rocks. The bank. The... everything. You see yourself up in the clouds and stars and rocks and brush and toes. You find a good place to take stock.

What do you really have? You have a whole lot of things. You have the idea that something bigger than you has been looking over your shoulder the entire time. The stars show you the enormity of the world holding you up. You live in a ball of dirt with a hot gooey center. The crust is rich and moist. A ball of dirt. Mud pies flying fast through the day/night/day/night sky.

The speed at which we fly through the space and time around us is astonishing. Your heart grows big and bursts inside your chest. Controlled directed blasts of energy. Every action, an equal and opposite reaction. The flow of these tiny mighty mitochondria existing inside its own floating lilly pad. Carried to and fro and resolved to living. Knowing nothing but the certainty that now... now... now... is all you have.

A mosquito breaks the silence and your tongue lashes out satisfying your need for dinner. Toes morph back into your body and the entire inner/outer body experience feels good. The beat beat beat. Beat beat beat. Beat beat beat.