Wednesday, April 25, 2012
I came down the stairs recently knowing that I didn’t have a lot of time to eat and leave the house. This seemed like an exact replay of the prior day when I was saved by a banana, an apple and a granola bar, all of which I could eat on the drive. I knew coming down the stairs that there was one banana left and that apples and granola bars were in ample supply.
When I got to the lone banana, I was amazed to see how much it had aged since yesterday. Yesterday it was a fine banana, just with the little brown dots. Today it looked like it had lost a battle of some sort.
A recent knee injury made me connect with that banana. My knee slows me down so that I feel that I must look less stable, less vibrant, less appealing.
For a minute, I connected with that banana on a deeply personal level. And then, I ate it. I’m sure there is some symbolism there, but I can’t unwind it long enough to get a good look at it.
Posted by Eddie Proulx