mojo
02-12-2008, 06:57 PM
He hadnt been down to the pool for weeks, leaves cluttered it's surface, swirling with the light breeze.
Michael left, as far as orderlies went he wasn't too bad he thought.
He closed his eye's and listened, far off a magpie warbled, the
tree's whispered and the blood swam slowly through his veins as
a low thrum in the background.
He must have drifted off for a gentle rustling sound bought him out
of the trance, next to him in a chair similar to his own sat an elderly
woman, older even than he.
He smiled, she smiled. No words were spoken. She seemed familiar
and he thought to ask if he knew her, but didn't.
She smiled, he smiled.
Again he decided to speak but she raised a finger to her ruby lips,
and moved her head from side to side.
He frowned and looked at the pond, the leaves danced upon it's
surface now, ripples spread forming the leaves into pictures from
his past. There, as a young child, chasing clouds. Then as a
younger man, trampling over the earth. Now as an older man
waiting as the clouds return and the earth spread's it's maw,
waiting to devour his shrunken frame.
The wind picks up and the leaves scatter, twirling away across the
pool. He turns to face the woman again and she smiles, then
speaks.
" It's time, do you know me now ".
" Yes, i know you, you are Mother Nature, you are life and you are ultimately death too ".
" Yes ".
When Michael returned to the pool he was saddened to find the
old man had passed away, he thought to himself he wasn't a bad
old guy really.
Michael left, as far as orderlies went he wasn't too bad he thought.
He closed his eye's and listened, far off a magpie warbled, the
tree's whispered and the blood swam slowly through his veins as
a low thrum in the background.
He must have drifted off for a gentle rustling sound bought him out
of the trance, next to him in a chair similar to his own sat an elderly
woman, older even than he.
He smiled, she smiled. No words were spoken. She seemed familiar
and he thought to ask if he knew her, but didn't.
She smiled, he smiled.
Again he decided to speak but she raised a finger to her ruby lips,
and moved her head from side to side.
He frowned and looked at the pond, the leaves danced upon it's
surface now, ripples spread forming the leaves into pictures from
his past. There, as a young child, chasing clouds. Then as a
younger man, trampling over the earth. Now as an older man
waiting as the clouds return and the earth spread's it's maw,
waiting to devour his shrunken frame.
The wind picks up and the leaves scatter, twirling away across the
pool. He turns to face the woman again and she smiles, then
speaks.
" It's time, do you know me now ".
" Yes, i know you, you are Mother Nature, you are life and you are ultimately death too ".
" Yes ".
When Michael returned to the pool he was saddened to find the
old man had passed away, he thought to himself he wasn't a bad
old guy really.