Clipped Wings

In the distance, she hears his voice as it bounces off the tree trunks and faintly finds its way to her ears. He is frantically calling her name. His voice dripping with urgency and desperation. It takes all of her strength to keep moving forward, away from the familiar and into the unknown. She knows that after tonight there is no turning back. A chapter in her life will end and she will have to swim in the currents of discomfort until the next chapter is written. He continues to call her name, hoping that persistence will be his savior and she will come back to him like she has so many times before. In his heart, he knows the truth. This time is different. He has painfully watched her shrinking before his eyes, often cowering in the shadows nursing the wounds of her clipped wings. It was never his intention to make her a prisoner but his love was smothering and eventually she was his obsession instead of his partner. He wanted her all to himself. He believed that their self-contained life was enough for both of them. He suddenly stops in his tracks. For the first time he realizes that in order to save her, he has to let her go. He calls for her one last time, finally extinguishing the last flame of hope that she will return. At that moment, she can sense his defeat. She slows her pace and glances briefly over her shoulder. In the final moments of daylight, she sees his silhouette. He is stoic, his head tilted downward and his eyes resting on the ground. She releases a sigh of silent appreciation. Without realizing it, he has given her his greatest gift. Her freedom.

Sand Angel

She lays sprawled on the beach, her eyes closed, her breath in rhythm with the crashing waves. The sun hides under a thick blanket of clouds, showing itself only long enough to breathe a stream of warmth upon the vacant stretch of beach. She feels the tiny pieces of sand digging deeper into her scalp as she moves her head back and forth, creating the perfect resting place for her tired mind. She usually brings a blanket on her visits but today she yearns for the raw connection between body and earth. She wants to feel the coolness of the descent as she sinks deeper into the separating grains of sand making way for her imposing mass of flesh and bone. For a moment, she strains to hear the familiar voices of the hovering birds as they effortlessly offer their beautiful songs to the sea goddesses. It doesn't take long before she realizes that her head is buried too deep in the sand to marvel in these songs. She is left alone with the caravan of thoughts parading through her consciousness, each one adding a heaviness to her spirit. Slowly and deliberately, she begins to usurp the power of her persistent thoughts. They have served their purpose. She wraps each one in a bubble and watches as they float away into the ethers. She feels lighter. She feels happy. Once again, she is healed by the magic of the ocean. She sticks out her tongue and tastes the droplets of salt water that will soon be encompassing her body. She slowly begins to move her arms and legs in a semi-circular motion. To pay homage to the sea, she creates a sand angel.

Constant Wonder

It is that time of day when the light begins to melt into darkness. The sky is lavishly decorated with wisps of red, orange, and purple. In the distance, the snow capped mountains withdraw behind the curtain of twilight, revealing only the shapes of their majestic peaks. There is a stillness in the air. An eerie feeling of serenity and uncertainty as the spirits of day cross paths with the children of night. This is his favorite time of day. He stares into the thin white line that separates the heavens from the earth and wonders what it would be like to jump through to the other side. What hides behind this thin veil of illusion that so clearly marks the transition of time? He finds himself walking towards this spot on the horizon. Perhaps today is the day he will reach out and find the answers to the questions he has asked since he was a small boy. With each step, he becomes more embedded in the growing body of twilight. The once distinct line of separation is closing in upon itself as the night closes it's jaw around the last morsel of light. He starts running with the hope that his speed will prevail over his fierce competitor. Just a little bit further. The spot of light becomes smaller and smaller until it finally vanishes into the darkness. He slows to a walk, puts his hands on his knees and bends over to catch his breath. He looks out into the distance and allows himself a moment of contemplation before he straightens himself up and begins his journey home. At least he can look forward to another day of wonder.

In the Field of Daisies

She often dreams of pirouetting through fields of daisies. Not just any daisies but Gerber daisies. Their colorful, luscious petals attaching themselves to the hem of her flowing dress and tickling her bare feet each time she tiptoes on the ground. She opens her arms and invites the wind to join her in an ecstatic dance. Her eyes are closed but she sees clearly. Her heart is tender but open. Sometimes he's with her. Sometimes she's alone. Somewhere in the middle of the dream, the sky opens up and the rain begins to fall, invigorating the sweet earthly juices that fill the air with their intoxicating aromas. She breathes it all in. She stops for a moment. Long enough to feel the muddy earth crawling into the spaces between her toes. She tilts her head towards the streaming ray of sun that has found it's way through the weak spot in the cloud. She runs her fingers through her hair. Her dress clings to the sensual curves of her body. She is beautiful in the soft light encompassing her. Young. Angelic. Free.