Reflecting on Nothing is Something – #1 The Bench (Piemontesi 2012)…I have watched this maybe 20 or more times now…and I’ve just only recently managed to articulate why this video is so special to me.

People tell me I’m nothing
But I can make something beautiful from nothing

People give me nothing
But I can create beauty with what I am

People see nothing but what can’t be done
I see multiplicities of possibilities.

To see beauty in that which is discarded,
to create beauty from something (or someone) forgotten,
is a powerful thing.


High Five

You asked us for a High Five.

He extended a Low Five.

A smile. The first today.

You met his Low Five

and you crawl into the nook of his arm

burrowing instinctively into the bed.

No fear of breaking his bones.

To you he is not brittle.

No hesitation even though he’s just

regurgitated his food.

You do that all the time too.

No apologies for asking to be fed.

You can manage a yogurt drop

at a time while he

falls asleep between

teaspoons of nestum

when he feeds himself.

Who needs teeth?

A gesture, a sound, and a look at the right person

is all you both need.

You make your own songs.

He coughs and spurts.

A groan.

The rare smile.

A nod. A glint of recognition.

He remembers me.

High Fives all around again.

You Low Five and he obliges.

After a minute, you both Low Five again.

You never get tired. And he doesn’t remember

the previous round that happened

two minutes ago.

It’s always the first High Five.

Your hand touches his and you

both smile as your hands touch.

1.5 and 94

are not that different after all.

Fear, taking turns.

Last night we battled our fears together.

We took turns to be each others’ fears
Standing there as my hand was put over my mouth – a silent scream
My other hand was extended
reaching for air,
my legs, crafted to display
straining, pushing forward
but never moving.
Held back by my own hand.
She danced
She stood up to her fears
She danced
She displayed absolute control
She danced
Swiping away all that stood in her way.

She danced.

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The Sea

Sandcastles fall and crumble with the rain.
Too many clouds to read the sky
Too murky the ocean floor
Every wave churns up
more of the past

Too much regret
gets in your eyes.
Stings and makes you cry.

You laugh because it’s easier.
But remember,

you are meant to be here.
Exactly as you are.

– written in response to You Learn by Jorge Luis Borges