Walking is a way I connect to place—
walking cultivates belonging.
Driving or bicycling aren’t slow enough. They only connect to fluidity.

Feeling the earth meet me as I step,
the body propels, carrying the mind—an intimate conversation ensues. Clarifying a relationship with…things.

As a child I walked the wild
overgrown lattice between suburban orders,
in dialogue with the trees, paths and the interstitial.

As an adult, I drank the sublime play of city form and light, but lost my feet. Took wilderness for granted.

 Now an ocean away, I walk

in search of a missing landscape, and missing conviction.

 Walking to belong, yet walking to be apart. Meeting the contradictions of solitude.

 With pandemic waves, everyone is walking.
The Veluwe is too far. It’s the neighborhood again.
This recording device of a body writes over what should, what was, or what hopes to be