Friday, June 10, 2011

Stealing the Saw

There have been many many months of nothing. Not nothing, per se. But nothing to say. Nothing to say to you. And now in the tiny ancient steps of a little old woman, slowly and discretely stepping the steps of a very slow floor polisher, I feel something.

Something under my feet. Something to be polished. Polished off, and replaced with action. Nourishment. Assimilation and alchemy.

The thing is, that in a children's book, you can't have him steal the saw.