A flatness of surface
language, even.
Sides of the lake are inactive,
save for the downpour. No outlet except up.
Surrounding rocks hauled at 70
mph across wetted dirt.
Overwhelmed water evaporates into a hard track of dragged out
matter.
Of aging miniature rock, a small boulder.
A secret
process kept off of signs and most people.
In this space, what is the race about?
If a rock moves on the playa and no one is . . . ?
Is this a fact or . . . ?
Sediment, movement, rain, surface, trail,
afternoon, radio, lunch, wind, lake,
camera.
Try to capture what has already happened.
Try to keep it moving, carry and make it a place to return to
again and again in ink. On film.
Half
dry most of the time, this is the south end and two inches lower.
We walked
three miles with a two-inch grade. Walked over our shadows. Cameras.
Shuffling and emotion. Erosion and the after-effect.
Walk. Pause.
Negotiation of moisture.
Each stone given a name
After a rainstorm, water sinks through
polygons on the surface. Stones are propelled by
compressed
air between mountain ranges
that surround. Naming again-Janette,
Colette.
Those rounded create the most “sinuous” trail. We add
our names to the list. Excitement
as emotion. We were running back and forth.
Breath
and foot. We absorbed across our
insides across north corners. A place in the “back” of
our minds for quite a while.
More than one synonym for “experience” exists.
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