maandag 10 december 2018


She walked with a limp
but was somehow faster than all of us.

I was watching the back of this young womans head
bob back and forth as she moved through the
aggressiveness of the holiday crowd.
I was amazed at her simple bravery.
Smoothly stumbling with a lurch, alone amongst the masses,
she seemed to me like a playback show in slow mo –

where even though you know that someone
is just lipsynching along to some crappy popsong or
possibly even a symphony
there is a glimmer of grace in their awkward movements

as you recognize that they are celebrating
a crescendo or the creation
of a fantasy world
all of their own.

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