On the park bench. The
Wind teases my senses.
I shiver.
I Pulled my grey coat closer.
I shake. The wind forces clarity
To exit my spirit. And desperation
Eats at my soul.
Shocked by piercing confusion
My lungs search to fill an emptiness.
A moment of relief lays
My hair still around
My shoulders, and warmth reenters
My cheeks. I gaze
Down my jacket zipper
And my eyes eventually
Reach the laces of my black and white
Converse.
My untied shoelaces scatter the pavement.
I race the wind,
And quickly grab my
Laces. But
The wind clutches them instead.
My muscles tighten
On my pursuit to have
Well-kept shoe laces. The
Wind continues to push on my back.
The trees wrestled. Branches
Passionately kissed
Causing excitement
And whispering among the leaves.
The wind scattered the ground
With a palate of
Oranges,
Reds,
And greens,
And browns,
And yellows.
The wind finally got what she desired:
My attention!
I looked around as if to scream,
“Okay! Okay! What do you want?”
The wind pressed gently
And—once again—more forcefully
Upon my back.
That’s when I saw it.
My eyes beheld the most
Beautiful leaf.
I had to have it.
My thoughts consumed with
This creature out of my reach.
I ached.
And knew
The eternal artwork must be mine.
I twisted my torso in anticipation.
Any wrong movement could
Place unwanted distance.
The moment approached
And I removed my frozen bottom
From the wooden surface.
The wind fought my desire
Not allowing me to forget
And I knew that’s what
She was trying to hide.
Her secret.
I reached.
And missed
I ran.
And missed
I jumped.
And missed
Finally, I cornered the
Sublime specimen. I inched
Toward the leaf
Success!
I snatched the leaf with my right hand.
A tingle buzzed
between my fingers.
I quivered. There was an
Unmistakable presence
Of someone or something important.
I turned.
And there he sat. An ancient glow
Glimmered in his eye. His coat
Mirrored the radiating colors
Littering the floor. And there was
A sense of trust. Like I had
Met and learned from him once before.
“Your curiosity has
Tickled my brow. The desire for understanding
Has reached beyond
Your personal need for shelter
And warmth. You ignored the teasing of mother earth.
Your childish innocents
A timeless friend.”
The wind bit my cheeks.
Cutting into our conversation.
I stepped closer.
And stopped
I blinked.
And hesitated
The leaf remained firm in my grasp.
The wind separated from me playing
With the dirt that was once motionless
Around my feet.
He smiled.
“I must share with you a story—
A story that very few like you
Know. The legend
Will continue
If you trust:
The power of creation
The blessing
The curse
And the legend of immortality.”
I furrowed my brow
And took a seat
On the wooden bench.
A temporary shelter
For us both.
The spirit
Wrinkled with knowledge,
And age,
And years of toil
Leaned back
Comfortable.
Trusting.
“My name A
Void—
Chaos filled. My finger tips longed
Rippling with jagged energy.
There was a movement
Of my soul.
An intensity pursued my
Thoughts.
Threatening.
Pushing.
Like a child exploring something—
New and unknown.
I overflowed with curiosity
And I was challenged
By my desire
To create.
Thus mother Earth came into
Being. Her soul
Resting between the
Tips of your fingers.”
I open my hand
And stared at the
Brilliant piece of art resting
In my palm. Warmth
Radiating,
Dripping,
Flowing
Into my hands.
“Helplessly beautiful
Her heart remains.
Meaning emerges
Giving birth to a
Lineage never to be
Forgotten. With the
Seasons, her soul
Follows. Passing
Passion
And Love
And Creativity
Into your fingertips.”
The warmth that
Touched my hands
Moments before
Extended to
My shoulders
My toes
My ears
And even to the depths
Of my heart.
The warmth
Softened my soul,
And melted me into the bench.
Comfortable,
My lips stayed sealed
Tighter than before.
Questions answered
By the understand that
Rested
And stirred
Inside.
Chaos stretched out his
Arms as if to embrace
Me. Reaffirming--
The wind responded
By lifting
And Tossing
My soul through the air.
“The creativity
And understanding you posses
Shapes meaning for the
Future. Don’t take your
Creative spirit for granted
And the great goddess will
Live eternally through you.
Step lightly,
With surprise,
And your void will
Fill like a hollow acorn
Shell. Movement of
The soul calms
And clears
And heightens the
Reflection of
What you believe.”
Silence fell.
The Ancient being
Stared
And watched. He
Gently placed his hand
On my shoulder as if
To say, “it’s okay.”
I lifted my hand to the sky
And I released
My enchanting possession.
I watched the
Brilliant creature travel
From my reach
With a furor and excitement.
My gazed continued
Until I couldn’t reach what I had
Possessed moments ago. I looked to my
Side. An empty
Seat filled my right. The warmth
resting inside
reminded
Me of a
Void,
Chaos
no longer there.
Originally Written: July 19, 2010
Originally Written: July 19, 2010
