THE RED LINE

THE RED LINE

Thursday, February 19, 2015

RELATIVITY

RELATIVITY

     Many years ago, when I was small
and the world was brilliant and vast and new,
tantalizing young hearts with wondrous possibilities,
replete with magical opportunities and sensations
for adventure and breathtaking discovery,
with fabled treasure waiting to be uncovered everywhere
by any innocent wanderer choosing to look;

     Time crawled by languorously
out toward and unfathomable, unreachable infinity,
unhurried and patiently mindful
of every blessed straggler and every scraped knee;

     I would walk through the valley
for hours on end, eyes dreaminly closed,
guided by distant laughter and birdsong,
almost afloat on deep, sweet summer perfume,
my lungs drinking in their delirious fill;

     Tall blossoms bowed their beautiful heads reverentially
in the dignified presence of the afternoon breeze,
and the mouth-watering smells of supper wafted
purposefully from the red brick village nearby,
with its unlocked doors ajar in invitation
of smiling visits and friendly conversation;

     No one was ever truly lost -
     No one was ever truly alone -
     No one was ever truly a stranger -

Tragedy hadn't even been invented yet.

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