They thought he’d missed the point –
although his lapse had been deliberate.
He couldn’t get his synapses around the
inconsiderate
suggestion that he needed camouflage when he
went out
into the woods. As if to venture into Nature fully
flowering
were not sufficient to anoint him with the
Cosmos’
blessing – ergo, to keep him safe.
The very notion that you had to hide to save
your life
had chafed him to the quick. What he’d partake
of
was what he forever had partaken of: the grace
of an addressing essence: the opposite of “not”
–
the breath of “yes!”: its rainbow-bright
embrace!
No one knew why wolves and bears here had become
so
suddenly irrationally ravenous the moment they
saw brilliant
color, he’d been told: emboldened to attack with
an alacrity
unknown before; this goading stimulus of bright
inciting hues
meant color was bad news. He didn’t give a
flip.
We watched him rip into the woods
in shining full array: devoid of ‘should’s’ –
enjoying every breeze of that sweet sunlit day.
We haven’t seen him lately.
His friends think they know why.
They’re prepared to miss him greatly.
We all but hear their long
collective sigh.
We haven’t seen him lately.
His friends think they know why.
They’re prepared to miss him greatly.
We all but hear their long
collective sigh.
.
No comments:
Post a Comment