pendulum

14 November 2017 12:00 AM

Have you ever looked in the water, looked into a stream, breaking the surface, if the water is clear enough, you might see your reflection in that water, do we, not really but suppose the circumstances are right and you can look into that water and see YOU, the shimmering water making your reflection ripple, the nuance of YOU, eyes wide, you fall into the water, your essence leaves and you travel into the past present future, where do you want to go, down the passage the golden hallway, from one part of the castle to the other, or is this a monastery, church, I would prefer the hall of the dancers, move up to the balcony and watch as their skirts twirl, they whirl, like majestic tops, how do they keep from falling over, there is a way to stay secure in your step, open up, I am in the park, the wide paths, going down to the circle pond, where the trumpeter swans swim, the kites are being flown, and the large crows are in the trees, did I just describe a lush scene, it's a memory, let's begin, again, skirting the ice, on my knees, my fingers against the edge of the stream, I put on gloves this time so that I could safely skirt the water without hurting my fingers against that bitter cold ice, ouch, I want my life back, she said, it's mine you can't have it, the tree was a skeleton, bony bare, the sunlight made the bark white, but know that's not the color, walking down the road, and listening to the goats, in the avenue , raise your head up, breathe deep, sometimes it is a sink or swim situation, swing the crystal pendulum...