Contemplation on Power

Walking through rubble, I peer between the gaps

I think of the past and the people

that have stood in this liminal space

I hold my hand to the rust, peeling, chipping away at texture

Salty moisture in the air breaks it down slowly

every passing moment

but the monolith stands

There is life in the splits that is unstoppable

Power dynamics are visible

Birds flock overhead and green growth roots through the cracks

The tendrils of past attempts leave traces

crawling, climbing

slowly and patiently

Where does the power lie?

Cactus tower over me, past our perception

I feel small in my own restrictions

Sprouts are evident all along the path

How many years until they flourish?

Nature has me looking upward as branches almost cross over

In this place there is surprising quiet

The sound of birds and children in the distance

Un espacio para contemplar

I think about how these moments can occur as I gently follow

the line that divides from the sea to the interior

I think about my interior and other insides

¿Cómo te sientes?

The boundaries are felt visually and mentally

Felt in my body

There is a tension that manifests, a pressure felt, a longing lingering