1/12/09
We often picture things as
meandering, curving. Zig-zag has such an implied and planned abruptness,
preparing, waiting for just the right moment, and “zig”. A certain wicked grin
on the face, reckless, heedless. The lack of fear that kids wield as a power.
Their world is full of
unknowns, but they see the world as locked into rhythms, chained by
obligations, until their little fingers creep in, and change things. The world
gets out of their way, and gets things out of their way. The road must be safe.
They must be protected, and all unawares, they zig-zag, around corners, around
adults, fearless, some might say witless. They think they own the world, how
little they know.
