Olea Corcoran

The world has many edges, and it's easy to fall off.


To the Circle line train to High Street Kensington,

I feel like you understand the balance between permanence and transience. Constantly on the move, but always the same path.

There will be more flowers, but there will never again be this flower.

There will be sun shining on my face, but it will not be this sun.

My heart will be full again, but it will be different.

And so I feel this fullness enveloping me, and delight in it.

And I share this moment with you, visiting these stops, that will not be the same the next time you pass, and marvel at the profound hiding in the mundane.

I wonder who else notices it.