at a faltering stranger
(Will she accept my hand?)
I’m no longer looking for waterfalls.
I’m looking for trips-and-falls.
I’m thinking of “how, when we see a stranger faltering a few meters from us, we feel, somehow, somewhere, in relation to our own body the ‘almost falling’i of the other.”
We become aware of the stranger as familiar.
We become aware of our bodies as fragile.
We're reminded of our own risk of falling.