Writings, 2025
Daily Meeting
Each day heading to the attic my fingers made contact with the bannisters.
Bannisters of smooth wood that had been met by many.
The slight hiccup,
where wood met wood,
guiding my fingers and body upwards.
My heels and arches catching the metal collar of each step, marking it in the body where it kept a tally.
These were my daily touchstones,
welcoming me into the space,
a grounding each morning.
Lingering fingers and toes, an ‘active exploratory touch… grasping…object and…its meaning’ (Gibson, 1968:123).
Zoë Catherine Art 