dance #248, mid-day nasturtium

Tuesday August 25, 2009

Mid-day nasturtium

12:15 p.m. At the height of the day I reach down and draw in the scent of a nasturtium that grows on my patio. The sun is warm and bright. The day sparkles. The smell of the flower is intoxicating. Familiar from from my nighttime explorations, but so much deeper.  Electrifyingly sweet. The dance resonates with the ecstatic sweetness of this excitation. But I’m less interested in how my body moves than how the smell moves through me. Swooping down, grabbing me from the inside and rising fast. Peaking in sweetness with a rush of energy. My body is an excitable tissue: smelling is a mode of ingestion that propagates qualities through my body. A dog barks in the distance. Cicadas channel their electric hum through invisible wires. A massive bumble bee greets me head on. Alice slumbers indoors. I’m dressed like a flower in pink and red. Delighted.

~ by nmyers on August 25, 2009.