***Day 246***
What a hand gesture that was, so obvious, easy for you to know what to do. It worked, small cool dots now on my lips, cheeks, in my eyes. Maybe you, yes you, can see me some, some at least I hope. In front is black. Canopy now overhead, darker. Blacker. Such noise from above. You can't see me. I see you. I wish you'd go away--not you but them . . . it. Eyes back to black. My back so hot, the rest cool. Breezy. Warm, sticky, feels much like home. Down I go if I find a hole. But now you light my path, yes you. I feel free, fast, more free. Stay back, over there, not too close, never too close. Not far no more, pretty much made it now. Quiet back here. Peaceful. Slow. Very close. Who is up there? I used to know, but time has passed. Over the top, in my sights. I'm here now, but you are not. When will you? Quiet, dark, alone, now I am home.
1 comment:
Chad you learnt in Brasil that "saudade" is the word used when you mean how much you miss someone. Your description is quite like a photographed reality. Besides expressing your Bernie's black dog "saudades", your words sound like a painting brush working on canvas and the message you left arises from it showing a modern picture of a special day. I almost can see it. Sensitive, alive. Very good writer!
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