When I was a child, I had a dream I was running fleet-footed from my mother’s house, past the homes of the young girls who shunned me, past my elementary school, past the old Catholic church, past our railway station, past an empty park bench, past the five and dime all the way to Jones Beach, where I crossed what seemed a mile-long expanse of burning sand so I could dive into the water and sit at the bottom of the sea. There, I discovered I could breathe easily and well if I took small, sip-like breaths. In my 20s and 30s, I ran through streets, up and down hills, and around tracks. I didn’t much like it, running, but it was the only thing I could do to persuade myself I was free. In recent years, I discovered long-distance walking around and around an indoor track, where I again found a kind of freedom so long as I didn’t stop. Now it appears I have badly torn my Achilles tendon, what with all those many miles of my moving sorrow from pillar to post.
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Freedom is a luxury I am grateful to have. Thanks for the vividness of this post. I hope your Achilles heals soon
Thank you very much for your comment and for your best wishes. Leslie
Terrific imagery. Poetic! Sorry for the torn Achilles tendon; nevertheless, I think there’s a powerful and sustaining Nereid still within.
side note: Isn’t it interesting, we remember Achilles only for his weakness. Poor ol’ Achilles, he should’ve taken his mother’s advice and stayed out of the damned war. 🙂
Hope you feel better. Paul
Thank you for the Nereid note, Paul :). It’s so good to know you enjoyed the piece. Leslie