Frrom the vanished, a new lush ground

To grow is spontaneous movements through pathways unseen

I feel the earth underneath our feet; the earth our ancestors walked. And they are walking with us, still.

The fluidity reprises in ash, delivering softness to its next shape

a cloudy appearance of remembering and re-remembering scattered by the ever-present droplets, disseminating in random directions until a moment of equilibrium

the sugar is constantly transforming from one state to another-- a plant, a candy, a liquid, a memory, a manuscript, a name, many names. 

in between a person and another person, a person and an environment, a person and a piece of history, a piece of history and a material, a material and a person...