Stand Walk
It rises
Even as feet feel not
The groundswell
It knows
And it thinks to escape
Ahead of time
Where shadows advance
With fitful irregularity
Forging fearful signs
Some lurking in the fog
Others brazenly blocking light
Stay aware
For even as feet sense not
And shadows know only to hide
Rats and giants
Stalking beneath
Bird and branch
Morph into reality at will
Satiating appetites' demand
Caring not that reason exists
Still
It continues to rise
Steadying against shadowed walls
Prepared
Determined
For It understands
Even as It sometimes limps
The journey remains
Its quest for light sans shadows
It
Defined by survival
Water
Fire
Bone
Weapon
Tool
Man
Such remains the Is of belief
Stand walk
Realize new sensations
New experiences
For to sit
To recline
To succumb
Is the nature of the lifeless
Not the vibrant spirit
As the flash fiction time of day approaches I am reminded that there is an indefinable transcendence to existence. Some ignore it. Some know It. Some pursue it. Most know: “use it or lose it.”
But like my rehab doctor is telling me, now I can no longer walk or do much of any exercise, "Move!" So, I do, in my wheelchair, all day long and twice with the help of an exercise machine. No longer making tracks in the sand or mud. Wet tracks at the edge of my beloved swimming pools with a diving board for doing flips and other fun… In and out of the water all the time. Moving.
Ron