She is.
Her foot stops just off the footpath, as she feels her soul expanding, beyond her arms and chest and face and ears, beyond the face of her childhood, and the hands of her future frailty. It grows out of and around her, taking in the road, the cars, a boy throwing his toy cars over the fence, a dog parking at a falling leaf, a couple arguing just out of sight of the neighbours, a rosebush covered in aphids, a stubborn drop of dew hidden from the mid-morning sun.
She can taste everything that this earth once was, she can feel all it will become.
She see the scars and the beauty, hears the fire, the pain, the peace.
In this stasis, this smallest unit of time, she builds a home, she build eternity.
28/12/2015
