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Secrets Imparted by Place
There is something about finding a place that will support exploration at leisure. A dance begins, at first somewhat haltingly, timorous, as it can be with partners unknown to each other.
A few numbers in, having learned a little about the way the other moves, perhaps the band will take a break, and there is a welcome chance for fresh air, and time alone together, in a quieter place.
Senses heightened by the novelty of the other, the newness of the interaction, little things are noticed, things others have come to take for granted, or perhaps have not cared enough to see.
With the mingling of comfort and attraction, some semblance of trust emerges. With this chance to be seen for the first time, a desire arises to share something of substance. Glimmers of secrets, rose petals on the path, intimations of promise, something emerges that could not have been seen before.
And in the process, both are changed. Each one seeing, each one being seen. And on either side of that equation, something happens. Each one changes the other, the seeing, and the being seen.
The reciprocation is recursive; things will never be the same again.
by chance or by design
caught off guard
and now
suspended
in the suddenness
still feeling like I’m stumbling
doing my best to convey confidence
