Zeno On Vacation
Zeno on Vacation
- In praise of immobility
It certainly isn’t far from his room
to the ocean. A few steps. Easily
navigable, he says to himself. Not
a thing to it. On with the sandals and
away we go. The sun’s cooperative
enough. So is the sand. But wait. Hold
everything. A proof, clouds of logic
blowing in from memory. The waves
farther away now, much farther. Not
going anywhere. Ever. Statuesque. And
no way even to call his pal Heraclitus
at the Tiki Bar. No way to meet the girls.
How they got there, of course, he hasn’t
the slightest idea.
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