works by william pham, 2005-present
100x450 - 22 - the man being half a poet
I trip, I stumble, I fall, and reflexively my hand reaches out to support, hold up, and prevent my face from colliding with the sidewalk. My hand is a good hand. I stand up, I dust off my clothes, I reassure them that I am in fact all right and that I have suffered nothing, that I am in fact unscathed. I am in fact unscathed. This is not suffering; I have not suffered. This is an accident, an incident that I will forget.
Our bodies are invincible until they betray us. Our hearts and minds, yes, they as well.
copyright (c) 2007 by william pham
photo credit (c) 2007 william pham