Temporary Distance

Sometimes I feel
Feelings and memories, an oxymoron in motion.
Travel through my body
Distances reshape me with their stark embrace,
as time and space know my identity.

day 280
This is small,
but I can move.
I feel my veins eager to explore,
Yet I can hear my pulse,
funiculus,
A cord that binds me to before.

day 165
I was lost and confused,
But I relied on my body to guide me.
I felt ready,
Everything felt as if time had paused.

day 31
Here is amazing,
I am rolling free,
No more sticking,
just joy for me.
Gliding smoothly,
a dream in sight.

day 356
I try to recall each nuance,
It’s not hard
Time brings it together.
It’s much, but it’s true
All that has been and is still happening.

day 423
I ran in circles, faster and faster,
Lost in the motion,
a never-ending chase.
Backward I moved,
searching for myself,
Wondering where I am in this endless race.

Photography Dennis Cha