wama

??.08.06

you are neglected.
I have left you to crumble into powdery cracking earth. No longer an embryo just emerging but and elephant crouching. She digs her way down in to heavy brush. She huddles her young because tho the heavens rain down quiet and calm, she can not trust herself any more. The rivers flow dry and cranky. And beyond people run, jump, fall, pull each other up and run again. They turn their heads over shoulder looking searching, knowing it cannot be so easy to escape or return that each glance turns them in a piroette. They complete a spindly anxious dance.

Beneath the rubble of our cowering bodies the sun glimmers and simmers sparks and flares. look down the barrel of your horizon cylindrical more foreboding -- less buoyant.

But if we look up up up to the very edge of what we can manage we see her. Fearless, soaring. Cliff diving arms outstretched catch air. Swayed back propels her out past treacherous close shaves. Arched legs and pointed toes up remind us of how far she has come. She may never reach the waters below, never bob her head above the rings of the sea swallowing her perfect 10. swan or sommersault or pike or half twist -- we see every one as she grasps a wisp of cloud to swing her out past our wildest dreams. We wait for her. She will come. We will lift our eyes then neck then shoulders back and open our arms to swim past the heavy current and join her where the air is light and the salty sea holds us steady.

posted by la kara @ 03:16