I look at a bridge
through the window.
I am standing, naked,
while you paint.
I feel that every moment
is new, nude.
I am in my body as it
actually is, I am
in time as it moves
forward, from in
side my body, responsive
to drafts
coming through the window,
mirrors
that show me what I know
too well
to know, what I have
lived through
and with, what I have
seen but not
been Other to. Sunlight
glistens—
we fall upwards, without
question.
c. Mary Harju/Adam Fieled 2008
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