Me and a Tree
I am it, and it is me,
But what is there,
In the space between?
“It’s just space,” he thought. He focussed on the space, the gap, the in-between. It seemed to short circuit his mind. Thoughts came, but he could see them approaching from a mile away. As they passed by, even at their closest point, they were distant, something else, something other than him.
He went further into that space. It was calm, and Justice felt the space was alive. It had potential, possibility, and presence. In a movement from minute to moment, Justice became that space.
Before long the thoughts came closer in their approach, the first few a narrow miss, then eventually a collision. Justice opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and went to his next class.