You know how good-byes feel.
How the air gets excited
when all its ions
and electrical charges
are disrupted,
first by the intent to leave and
after
by the leaving itself.
Then,
when the bodies move away
through space,
they create empty pockets
where feelings get caught
and eddy around in the vacuum,
creating little vortices
of sadness.
—Ruth Ozeki, All Over Creation
That's how it felt when Martha left on Sunday after a laughter-rich five-day cross-country visit.
I selected a sheet of drawing paper, picked up markers, and turned to mark-making and softening sharp corners.
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little vortices of sadness as a work in progress |
