wama

20.11.06

you sit beneath a tree blooming, billowing. I am one of many small winged creatures lifting off up out of your hands, palms open to the sky. The tree protects us. It is thick and bustling. Its branches pushing up and out like fireworks ecstatic and bursting.

You sit, serious. Palms open. You look down. you look up. You will take your time. Yes you too are excited by the strength of the tree, its leaves vibrant, but you also look down at your hands. You urge us, small winged creatures to fly, fly fly. But for you, the way is slower. One baby step at a time. You must enjoy the shade and protection of the tree for now. Once you are rested and strong, you will stand and walk along the road before you. and we will fly above your shoulders, brightly. The road runs like a stream to the tree feeding its roots.

In the distance, steam and smoke puffs and billows from low craters. Too much heat below ground to hold back.

posted by la kara @ 08:16