Go with me on this. I had to ramble and explore words today. With no aim, and most likely no message. But in an effort to get back to writing and finding words and phrasing that create worlds and pictures (draw you away), I will spout on …
I stopped the world today.
In the backyard, when the snow was slapping my face, between the clearing of the shed and the twisted thorns it hid. Always there but blind to my eyes – a thing not meant to be understood.
I chopped at the tangled burden of branches that choke away the grasses and plants. The branches wrapped themselves to my leg and arm, as if tugging me toward them- enveloped.
Then there was quiet. The winds stopped. The clouds froze. The icy daggers of sleet suspended. No hum of birds. No clicking of branches. The hardness of still – nothing can be moved in suspension. There is no voice, as if God turned his back upon creation.
Is this what I wish – for a moment of peace, free of distraction, without shackles, no voices, no calling, no flutters of nature? There is no living in a stopped world; nothing breaths. There is no time to breath, no time to speak, no time to walk through the grass of a beaten path; nothing sways, nothing gives way to our weight – an immovable steal fortress. To escape from the world, and its distractions, is loneliness and isolation – void of life. To avoid the thorns hides the truth.
Hmmm. Alright, I’m a bit out of practice.