Rose Gatherers
Rose Gatherers
A fragile state
Is a world of isolation
An ultrarunner
Is strong like her mother
To a point
Before she is extracted
Bounty depleted
Not bountiful
Like touted
She wanes
Under moonlight
Her sister sphere
Watches
The sweeper
Custodians of night
Crawlers
Decay catchers
The entropy watchers
Take flight
Sweepers are race volunteers who collect trail carnage – DNFer’s with want without will. Resources in short supply the giver upper lay like exoskeleton Earth, swiftly returning to crust. There is no quick fix to the replenishment of their body; they are more karst and lunar by the minute. Dependent on rescue, the volunteer fights for the extension of life. Waiting and searching, patience is their superpower.
I use the rose as a symbol for ultrarunners wilting in the latter miles of a race, fighting a battle against decay. Some will be slowly corralled to the finish and some will be tenderly collected. The roses (runners) are very delicate. Fragile when found, sweepers have to be delicate too in their gathering.
Rose Gatherers attempts to reveal the sliding fluidity of an ultra mind. A fatigue drive. Primal. The courage to flirt with the edges of human potential. The pain of extraction and the delirium of hope. An exploration of aid and its impact.
Rose Gatherers converses with the resiliency of life, but does not assume infinity.