#26: Path of Progression
Walking along my feet brush soft, light, green moss
Hearty vines and bushy flowers guide me
Rabbits hop too, slightly up and along
Light air sits around my ears, soft sounds lingering in
He and I walk, hand in hand, faces to the warmth
Peripheral is darkness, not bad just void
Out there a bit contains flashing, shifting, moving
Underneath are bodies
Grey and paranoid
Angry and arguing
Some gaze for moments at a time
Toward us, From the artificial lights jumping
I lock eyes with one of them my lips soft
Their head jerks away
Frightened and uncomfortable
Back to the big, menacing lights
For a moment I am curious about
the washed out, mundane glow
Before I know it, I’m meandering closer
closer
closer to what I find are large, flat screens
flashing scenes and horrific b-roll
A grasp in my core wakes
Ego says Care!
It urges me quickly,
“Don’t you want to say your piece?”
Under me the path is gone
Subtle but terrifying
that quiet light and soft stillness
dims
filled with jagged edges
Dread knocks at my heart, and my stomach feels uneasy
Still, I linger on toward the crowd gathered
but somehow separate
faces are droopy and long
bodies are hunched and dim
This new light paints everything one color
An uneasy blue
I look up at the screens.
…
After who knows how long, I feel a gentle touch at my hand.
He gently locks his fingers into the openings of mine
softly guiding me away…
Wait! We can’t leave! My eyes pull left and right and up and down
Searching and building
A whisper along my ear says, “Trust me.”
I look over and something about his light gaze
Into mine, reminds me of a warmth filtered green
And so I decide to.
We walk along over the space in between
My bare foot hits the mossy earth and that uncomfy yearning is gone
My chin drops in humility, for I have forgotten.
I look ahead at the slight incline… progression.
I look back to the space I was before,
the crowds below them, staticky like a TV screen
Why don’t they come too? Who will take their hand?
After walking I look back again,
I can’t help it.
From further away the scene becomes more clear
I see brittle hands above, shaking back and forth
Shifting and tugging on strings lacking fluidity.
I turn back to the upward glow,
Unafraid.
Peace & love ya’ll! Next week Clint and I are going to NYC, so I’ll be reporting from there. So excited. See you soon.
