Some day I will write something myself again.

Under the Walnut Tree

When I face what has left my life,
I bow. I walk outside into the cold,
rain nesting in my hair.
All the houses near me
have their lights on. Somewhere,
there is a deep listening.
I stand in the dark for a long time
under the walnut tree, unable
to tell anyone, not even the night,
what I know. I feel the darkness
rush towards me, and I open my arms.

–– Lynn Martin

Mmm. Embodiment Theory.

"Visible and mobile, my body is a thing among things; it is caught in the fabric of the world, and it's cohesion is that of a thing. But because it moves itself and sees, it holds things in a circle round itself. Things are an annexe or prolongation of itself; they are incrusted into its flesh, theys are part of its full definition; the world is made of the same stuff as the body."

~Maurice Merleau-Ponty