In the Moment

by Ruthann Hervey
(Wasilla, Alaska)

My whole life is about boxes; I wake in my housebox to the alarming sounds of the 'go to work' bell, shower in the wet box and climb half asleep into my car box for a ride to the work box. Day in and day out the environment of plastic, metal conctrete and steel engulf me and direct me and command me. I am a product of the x-box. Programed existance. Inflated ego's of modern day business. I am trapped and a part, wishing I was not.....and then. There's the bike.

Sitting there. Dead metal still but alive in a strange surreal way. I sit, she breaths to life. And I am off, off into another realm and other place where pavement whips by and smells asail, and the wind whips my hair and face. The sun burns me and the cold freezes me. I am alive, in the moment, connected to it all and my heart is beating in a strong confident way that it never beats in the boxes. This is me, this is who I am - in the moment.