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Stranger in a Strange Land
"I have been a stranger in a strange land." Bible, Exodus 2:22 The compass whirrs. North toward rock, south toward sand. East toward ice, and west toward river. Like a game of spin the bottle I take a chance on north, run my hands over stone and pebble, the spine of life a twisting snakeskin, shedding. The compass whirrs as words and winds uproot me to the south. Dust ridden, arid. Earth sizzles, a roast overdone. My flaking skin drenched in sweated drought. The compass whirrs as those years of crinkling sand dune heat melt somehow into eastern snow. You don’t understand how or why or when those summers became leaves that fall, became sleet upon which you slip, recklessly, helplessly, toward time’s splash. The final plunge pool. Now, western waters offer a mirror, sometimes murky, sometimes crystal, and still, the compass whirrs, as you realise that strange land - your body. The stranger - you.
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