“I imagine there is a place of deep rest—not in the resting but after, when the body has forgotten the weight of fatigue or of its many betrayals—how unfair that once I thought it clever to blame my body for the wounds in me: the ankle bulbous and aching, the heaviness in the thigh, and the fat, the encroachment of flesh. It is hard to believe that there are those who do not know that it is possible to let things go, to then see the expansion of flesh—it is so easy, and that knowing is a pathology. What is unknown to me is the clear day of rest— I carry a brain of crushed paper, everything unfolds as if by magic, every spot of understanding is a miracle, I cannot take any credit for the revelations, they come and go as easily as the wind. You must know that this is a preamble to an epiphany I will record— the late-morning light of October, the damp soiled back yard, the verdant green lawn, the bright elegance of leaves strewn over it all, turning nonchalantly in the wind, and the Nebraska sky blue as a kind of watery ease, a comfort, it is all I can say, the kind one knows, even standing there waiting for the dog to squat; one that I will remember for years but will never have the language to speak of—one of those precious insignificances that we collect and hoard. The moment lasts ten breaths, and in that silence I imagine that I can see spirits, I can know myself, and I will not fear the betrayals of body and love and earth, and the machinations of self-made emperors and pontificates. It will be winter soon. I know my body is collecting water in its nether regions, the weight of the hibernating mammal, storing everything in drowsy, slow-moving preservation. I mean I am losing myself to the shelter we build to beat back sorrow and the weight of our fears. I have covered thousands of miles in a few days, and I feel my parts flaking off, a shedding of yellow pieces covering the turning earth, and I am helpless to this soft disappearing that some call sleep. I will stretch out and breathe.”
— Kwame Dawes “Before Winter”
