As If

Perhaps once again, the room itself is the “elephant in the room”. Because we cannot see it, cannot put a finger on it, this Here and Now, so fleeting, continues to require and concern us. It is the screened-in porch open year-round.

Maybe as we sit with our cup of melting ice cubes, wincing from yet another loss at the roulette wheel, we continue to risk everything we own. Hour after hour, we are birds circling a full cylinder of sunflower seeds but never landing, searching for that thing we are looking for but cannot name, that thing we would know if only we saw it, that thing that has moved into our bodies and multiplied in every tissue.