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Uneven Ground Beneath my Feet Janet Kuypers 5/18/12 Was it an estate sale? Was it a flea market? I can’t remember but all I remember was that it was sunny outside and I passed huge tables filled with everything under the sun for sale, when I saw this thin, four-stringed musical instrument, and I think it had a tag for only 4 bucks, so I took it and walked inside. I think at another point I saw a glowing globe phone for kids, and it wasn’t even an accurate globe, but it lit up and it related to the whole world, but I didn’t even know if the phone works, or if it still lights up. And at that point I no longer had that four dollar four-stringed instrument, so I was wondering where I put it, when you came up to me with a large tracing paper note pad that you wanted to buy it for me and it was only fifty cents. And I thought, that was a good idea, and then you left. Then I thought, wait a minute, I don’t even have time to draw. And where did that four-stringed instrument go? Then I wondered, wait a minute, I don’t even know what this thing is called, and I don’t even know if you’d want it. So since you left, I started searching for you inside, but I’d go down an aisle, filled with knick-knacks for sale, and I’d take a step and my one foot would drop two feet until I reached the floor. There was that much stuff, I thought, that I can’t even see the uneven ground beneath my feet to find you.

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