Walking I connect to place—
walking cultivates belonging.
Driving or bicycling aren’t it - there’s fluidity, transience.

Feeling the earth meet my step,
the body propels, carrying the mind—an intimate conversation. Clarifying a relationship with…grounds.

As a child I walked the wild and
tangled lattice edging suburban order,
in dialogue with trees, paths and interstitial.

Becoming adult, I drank the sublime play of city forms and flights of thought, but lost

my feet. Took wilderness for granted.

 Now an ocean away, I walk

in search of the missing landscape, missing conviction.

Walking to belong, yet walking to be alone. Meeting the contradictions of solitude.

With pandemic waves, everyone is walking.
The Veluwe is too far—it’s the neighborhood again.
This recording device of a body writes over what should, what was, or what hopes to be