Barely functioning - indeed, barely
human – I crawl out of the forest, following a line of longitude
that I can’t remember seeing before. The scent of morning leaks
through the periphery of the trees; the light behind them is as sharp
as lemon. The child, who has followed me on all fours, sits up and
claps her hands with delight. She has never seen the like. She sets
off ahead of me, bursting into this new world, fresh as a daisy and
twice as smart.
What a pair we make. She has brought
herself up in there but she has no nostalgia for the night before.
It’s all about the future now. So far she has been little more
than a mascot to me, but now I grasp at the understanding that she
may become a talisman. These last years are just a dark diversion on
the map of our lives. Finally I am not falling apart. Finally
morning has broken.
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