what we learn from loss, we gain
The silence that surrounds us immediately after an accident is a vacuum sucking away day-space—the voice of unsought news. It has privilege before pain packaged to scream, but until then remains shadow to the thudding silence.
My clock resets in that moment. Are you all right? Can you stand up? Where does it hurt? I don’t know and I’m not sure. It just happened, is happening, will continue until I find my voice and bring it inside, instead of observing.
Curious that an accident can be a learning experience, a vacuum out of which comes re-creation. Now, when I slip into the abyss, I know the fall is not endless. It is a pit and, despite the descent, in time I will rise to the other side.
