this morning eli makes a swing, strung from the rooftop of the gallery, and we run, and we hold it, and we are suspended in space. this morning i am flying through the vaulted hollow of the echoing gallery, which is filled with the rising sounds of us, yelping with excitement. eli climbs to the mezzanine, and stands there a minute, before letting go and drifting, silent, a pendulum hung off time and off centre. we fill twenty minutes with this flight, until it is time to pack the thing away, pull it back into the ceiling space and leave it there. have the last go he says to me, and i do.
i am going to have the image of you on the swing in my mind for a long time, because it was a beautiful thing.
5 comments:
is eli the imaginary friend you play with in the photos you showed me? was he watching out for you when you fell off the window ledge?
sure is feli. he is two foot tall and so was super good at swinging. sometimes he hides in the window sill and then peaks his little head out when he wants to make mischief - which is often. it is surprising i get any work done.
maybe you should get out, get some fresh air, have a swim. i'm sure eli'd come along.
bit too cold for the swimming et, feli. there will be photos when it isn't. love you lots and lots.
I'm not imaginary...am I?
You quoted me so I can't be.
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