Kraków Day 2
The light on the wooden floor
this morning as I open my eyes
surprises me.
Torch, slit, rod, an opening…
The ceilings here are high and the floor warm.
There is a shift of balance within my body.
It feels safe
and delicious.
I notice there is little neon light in the city.
Lighting like the sound exists at a level of elegant hush.
Today flat ground induces walking without stopping
And I am covering streets,
paths, riverside,
the old communist department store, all five floors.
They are all running into each other
and I am running
into myself.
