When we were
young, we might remember the brave one
who picked up that plastic ring in the corner, the one
with a rattle that would tattle if you didn’t hula hoop right. And of
other rings, like the ring of Saturn, of all things- formed by a collision of matter and
suspended by the planet’s mass. And what about us? Does the ring around us flex, or is it,
a boundary line, one that limits our desire to experience life, because of
our mass, of fear, that of another type of collision, of trauma. Best
then in these times, maybe to remember, our friend when we
were young, who picked up that plastic ring
in the corner, brave enough to not
worry about
looking silly or making a
mistake.
What then, of the ring, around us…
skipping stones 