By Claudia Rankine
Imagine them in black, the morning heat losing within this day that floats. And always there is the being, and the not-seeing on their way to—
The days they approach and their sharpest aches will wrap experience until knowledge is translucent, the frost on which they find themselves slipping. Never mind the loose mindless grip of their forms reflected in the eye-watering hues of the surface, these two will survive in their capacity to meet, to hold the other beneath the plummeting, in the depths below each step full of avoidance. What they create will be held up, will resume: the appetite is bigger than joy. indestructible. for never was it independent from who they are. who will be.
Were we ever to arrive at knowing the other as the same pulsing compassion would break the most orthodox heart.
Tuesday was sunny when I woke up, then heavily overcast for the rest of the day, which apparently is weather that eagles like because they hung around the lake in the trees near us. My only excitement for the day was voting, which I have never done in the state of Washington before, so it was interesting to be in a place where two Democrats run against each other for mayor. Virginia and Ohio's voters made me smile in the evening.
My Voyager group watched "One Small Step" -- an episode I didn't remember except that I had thought it was good, and in fact it was like an original series episode with some enjoyable performances and fun fake space history. Afterward we had leftovers for dinner and a bunch of Suits episodes so we can finish the binge before For All Mankind returns! We have seen lots of amazing fish recently at the Amazon Spheres and in Redmond Town Center: