Photo: Richard Masoner

Who is this “I?” Surely not the meat body, perspiring, quadriceps straining, ball of the foot caged on the pedal, as she pushes up a miles long incline on her bicycle.

More likely, “I” am that which experiences the orgasmic ascension of the first citrus-y blossoms of daphne, promising Spring.

They are joined, like twins – The bacon-body and That One who experiences it. One breathes, the other makes meaning.