Connection

Pre-school, we clung to knots in a long, thick rope & made our way across the college campus, orderly as a centipede. Of our routes or destinations I recall nothing, I have learned & forgotten whole languages since then, but that sense of my place as node on a travelling rhizome has stayed with me: I can still feel, like the final consonant of some forbidden word the tongue can almost taste, that fibrous knot.