Lost in Place

I’ve talked to people who say they are just there, but that’s not how it seems to me. It always feels like there are a zillion things happening at any given time. Trillions of cells, blood carrying micro-plastics to each one, nerves jangling everywhere, unconscious thoughts engaged in brutal wars. Like Picasso says, everything’s a miracle–it’s a miracle we don’t dissolve like a lump of sugar when we take a bath.