He’d spent so long in the garden that day, on his knees, low down, with the blades of grass and daisies, the small bald patches of lawn, bits of debris, fallen leaves, the little stones and tufts of moss, so long he’d almost forgotten himself. He had accidentally become party to the present which gazed down on the scene with no particular anticipation for life beyond, for all of life was here, amidst these shrubs and damp surrounds. And as he stood up, unbent himself, took a step towards the gate, he was surprised by the deliberateness of a bee that flew in a long, straight line past him to the far corner, a real diagonal beeline, uninterested, purposeful, busy with the importance of its life, while he, instead, had become an invisible bit of garden.
Month: June 2015
The key to this moment, is this moment.
Running into Waves
There is such a lack of privacy here, isn’t there, beyond the pretend privacy I mean. That we must live in each other’s company, be born into this confounding place…look for signs, for direction, for love, feel our greatest terrors, grow great, grow weak, fail, fall sick, fall apart, die, return to never having lived at all, that we must do all of this right in front of one another, right in front, unashamed. Yes, such a lack of privacy here. The only separation there is is made of nothing and every single thing, every paving stone, cloud, face, leaf, every feeling of loneliness, of dislike, of disconnectedness in truth says only “Come closer, hug closer, tighter, nearer” until all distance, all fear is gone again.