The ground slips away, the earth softens and a rock dislodges itself from the ground. It's an unexpected imbalance, during an unforeseen walk. The weight is far too much for both of them.
A body roll on dusty ground, too fast to realise. The rolling of a mineral body on a leg, just as fast, without feeling it. The rest of the fall: a crouched dance, trying to maintain balance on both feet, without success. Dance over, immobile, dizzy, and on the verge of fainting. The fall is terrible, the ankle swollen, the blood not flowing, strange. The rock leaves a mark in the flesh. It is open at the malleolus. Once healed, the wound will resemble a half-moon deformed by an hallucination. The skin will remain purplish and without elasticity.
Emergency is too far away, it will take time. Time to understand what happened, time to think about what to do next, what to do with this experience. The mineral body, which has been immobile for a long time, has just experienced movement. It has emerged from a deep meditation, its fragile belly exposed to the sun and rain, it has become a fall of the landscape.
The rock has left an indelible, deep imprint on the epidermis and on the being. I have to take his.
