bliss
We went to the
Top
Of the bleachers
Leaning over the
Back
To see the pavement
Below
While some people
Laughed
Most people
Talked
About whether their
Contraption
Could rescue their
Egg.
Only some.
Christmas is one of the very few times that I get to see nearly all my relatives in one place; my father is the oldest of seven, my mother the third child out of four. I am one of three children, with three cousins on one side and 24 (26 if you count those who have passed) on the other. And some of my relatives I don't really LIKE all that much... but I love every single one of them.
4.... 3.... 2... 1....
The craft begins to rumble
Shake rattle and roll
But
That light is blinking
Why is that light blinking?
And
Mission Control
Sounds suddenly terse
And
The pull of gravity
Is shifted to the side
And
I wonder if this burning
Would be worse
Had I crashed instead into the
Sun?
It's just not that simple, in the end of things; a person isn't a puzzle that you can talk to and poke at and figure out and declared solved and move on. Just as you were learning things about them day by day and hour by hour and bit by bit, they were doing the same - from you and from others. A person is an eternal cipher, informed by their interaction with you and continually growing, changing, and intensifying in complexity.
On and on and on it went, and her mouth fell open and closed again, soundlessly as a landed fish. The tingles centered within her abdomen and below, with shoots of graver intensity threaded down the center. Shifting, straining - separating, glimmering green-scaled tail finally split into legs.