THE OTHER SIDE
Heavy machinery moving through a swaying field of wheat
Rolling, crushing harvesting
Through a deafening, violent act of controlled carnage
Hoards
Hoards of people
Push and roll along endless squares of cement
Trains and automobiles
Honks and yells
Millions of eyes
Examine the ground
You remember the moment well
Etched in time
Etched in your mind
This…all this…
Has nothing to do with me
You adjust the scarf on her shoulders
Showing her how to hold her hands
Feeling the closeness…
Feeling the openess
Feeling her quiet gaze
The still interaction
Bare feet in the sand and water
The endless living, breathing ocean in your ears
A small smile when reading later…
Much later…
Reading… but hearing the glee
“I cannot believe that is me…!”
When you look
What do you see?
Are we where we want to be?
Oh…the voice rises
The raised voice
Placing emphasis
Placing emphasis on the self
Self-importance
Please…
I think I am going be sick
Her eyes calmed me
Her eyes are what I really remember
They seemed to embody her entire being
She appeared out of nowhere
I turned and she was there
She spoke quietly
But, the words had weight
“Where ever you go,
Whatever you do
When you stop
When you stop, and look three-feet to your left
You will see me.
Always
I will be there,
With you
Forever
Until then...
Until the end”