anewmoon
anewmoon
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When i went down to the river to play the harmonica; to this place i always go. There was a man in a suit and shiny shoes. He stood under this Maple tree that bows to the river, with roots unearth'd by the water's flow. A little taken back that I would have to share with a well dressed man with clean cut, combed back hair. I was amazed as I gazed wondering what he might be like and how he got down there. The precipice is steep and rocks can roll, you really have to nimble to avoid a fall. Yet he looked quite fresh, like he had just left the boardroom; he had not a bead of running sweat.
My favourite rock was right beside luggage that he must of carried down. It was like a suitcase, it looked rather heavy just sitting there flat on the ground. The baggage I brought was in my head and my possessions were small; the harp and some matches, a pipe and some herbs I picked and dried from the rich green earth. I thought what could he have brought down here; the man was fresh, I could smell his scent in the air.
I knew he knew, that I was curiously approaching; when I slipped and tipped a small limestone slide, he had to look and he spoke, "You alright over there".
"Yeah, thanks," I answered, regaining some composure.
"I was unprepared to see anyone down here", I made aware.
He smiled and continued to watch the River and without and warning he started to deliver a song in a language I had yet to hear. A sound that made me shiver.
It was short and sharp, I swear, even the black birds stopped talking to hear.
"Would you like to know your future", he turned to me and said.
"For a simple gift, let me commune with the dead and we can help you prepare for what, you, one day must share".
Well, I smiled wildly and lowered my eyes; I questioned him like a child.
"Whose dead?".
"Our Dead", and with two steps back he bent to one knee and opened his case so, I, could easily see.
Oh so precariously I stepped to the scene. I kept watching his face it was more beautiful and strong than any man's had ever been. I stopped, agog, of this magnificent man. I, know I am straight but what a man, with such focused hands.
"Where are You from?", left my mouth.
He smiled again, like he knew I knew and without hesitation he opened the case. From within came blinding light like the Sun reflecting of a mirror. When my sight was restored, the suitcase was full of sand, soft, suede, ghostly sand.
He stuck his hand in and pulled out an arrow with a thin flint tip and the supple fletches of a sparrow.
"For the reason you came, I will let you write you name upon this Eternity and you will not leave the same", he smiled.
He offer'd me the end without any smile and I look'd up to the sky; the clouds had made a turtle.
I pulled out my harmonica and began to play; for it was my only
intention to pray. That is why I came and I could never give that away.
When I caught my breath and opened my eyes, the clean cut, well dressed man had just disappeared and all that remained was a single shiny grain of sand.
So I continued to play and pray to the sky and water that day.
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