Today I watched the clouds come in. they bellowed and swooned. a thick warm cloak. a dripping garnish. in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of everything. I thought, what am I afraid of? That this is it? For them? for me? And the order of things- the monotony. of life passing me by? in the clouds? on the ground. And I don't know why.
Today I watched a couple boys run down the gravel path, beating sticks against old tires. they darted and flashed about, making a racket, hollering. skidding and trying not to lose control of their tires. shrieking with glee. And I don't know why.
Today I stretched my aching shoulders. I clung to the iron rail and pulled my limbs against their will. Tears of exhaustion have been loitering under my eyelids all day. When the fog cleared in the evening I saw a kite flying. it was a black plastic bag. And I don't know why.
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