This week Galit asked you to conjure something. An object, a person, a feeling, a color, a season- whatever you like.
But don’t tell us what it is, conjure it. In 100 words.
Fourteen pounds in my hand.
One step for balance.
Two, my arm pushes out, weight and gravity pulling it down.
Three, it swings back in pendulum motion.
Four, my arm swings forward again.
Five, my feet, arm, and ball at the line.
My thumb leaves the hole drilled to fit.
As the ball rolls from hand, my fingers create rotation.
It hits the lane, sliding through the oil, then grips, and begins to roll.
At the end of the oil, it turns and accelerates, striking the rack between the headpin and the three-pin.