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     Walking

 

    Walking beyond the farmer's home
    up a steep incline,
    into a dark wood where mushrooms sprung.
    I picked some.
    A criminal act, an error, a sin.
    I dropped them;
    watched them fall to the ground and tumble down.

     

    Then I reached where I was going.
    A bittersweet building
    or was it a ship?
    In the darkness, no thing was sharp.

     

    Here, I knew where I had to be,
    which floor..
    But so many entries,
    so many doors..
    I chose the wrong one.

     

    Inside, a ship surpassing all.
    A floating castle of souls
    so cleverly disguised, for sure.
    I could go with that, for now.

     

    But the people here, I knew them all.
    Friends, relatives, the rest.
    All were from the past,
    involved in spirited conversation.
    Or alone.

     

    A door was open, a wedding beyond,
    the bride in her flawless dress
    whispering to a girlfriend,
    the veil still hung about her face.
    I know who you are, I thought,
    I know your name.

     

    Still, searching for the stranger I was here to meet,
    I walked through thin corridors,
    up steep steps.
    It wasn't obvious how to get there
    but with persistence, I did.

     

    And there she was, behind her desk.
    Just fill in a few forms
    and you can go through for the interview.
    In a lost space, people huddled,
    watching.
    But I didn't feel graceless,
    having arrived so late.
    Simply numb.

     

    After the form filling I waited there,
    her voice without expression,
    for the interview I should pay..
    Pay for the interview?
    I asked a simple question
    and she left to find an answer
    which is when I quietly slipped away.

     

    Down the steep stairs,
    (I lost my shoes)
    along the narrow corridors,
    back to the wedding area.
    People were loud now,
    laughing, animated, so huge they were!
    I glanced about.
    And left.

     

    Easily I found the gate to the wood,
    the rain remaining; night ivory black.
    My feet were soaking.
    I found the spot where I'd dropped the mushrooms
    and sat,
    facing away from the ship.
    Facing...

     

    Below, in the distance, a shape apparent,
    the farmer's off-white cottage.
    The lights warm,
    the drone of machinery
    winding down.

     

    And I sat,
    still as the still wind,
    my whole being soaked as the earth about it.
    And smiled.