“I’m lost, Prophet.”
“How can you be lost, Child? We’ve just left the cove.”
“It seems like it.”
“What makes you think you’re lost?”
“I don’t know. Every now and then, it all seems so hard.”
“What seems so hard? Talk to me.”
“You know.”
“No, I don’t know.
You have to tell me.”
“I just told you. I’m lost.”
“But why do you think you’re lost?”
“Cause everything is so hard, Prophet.”
“Oh.”
“I’ve been sailing with the lily pad for ages and nothing happens.”
“Not ages, Child.”
“But it seems like ages.
“Oh,” said The Prophet. “What’s that coming at you?”
“Where?”
“In front of you, Child.”
“It looks like a shark. Now, I know I’m lost.”
“That shark is getting mighty close.”
“Wait until he gets here, Prophet. I’ll show him a thing or
two.”
“Sounds like you’re angry, Child.”
“I’m always angry when I’m impatience.”
“Oh, is that why you think you’re lost?”
“I don’t know.”
A dorsal fin was threading the water, quickly; waves were
flooding onto the lily pad; The Child picked up a piece of wood she’d brought
from the cove to hit its eyes.
The wind was blowing hard––the ocean, no longer quiet.
“Gaaaak, gaaaak.”
The Child looked upward toward the white, fluffy, cumulus
clouds, astonished.
“Mr. Eagle,” she cried, waving. “Here I am.”
“Gaaaak, gaaaak,” said Mr. Eagle.
“Don’t forget your shark, Child.”
The big, black, shape closed in and sprang high.
“Mr. Whale! It’s you. Oh, my friend, where have you been?”
The Child danced on the water, and her small arms grabbed his
dorsal fin.
“Prophet?”
“Yes, Child.”
“I love friends.”
“Yes, true friends sparkle like diamonds, Child, woven into
the pattern of our lives,” The Prophet said, and Mr. Eagle landed at his feet.
Shalom,
Pat Garcia
With friends there are no limits is what I get from this Patricia thank you. Now she dances on water unaided. Diamonds in your story telling thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, my dear. Yes, with true friends there are no boundaries. That why they are so rare.
DeleteShalom,
Patricia
I like the authenticity of the child not giving an answer and say cause and expecting the elder to know without them explaining.
ReplyDeleteThank you. That is a unique trait in children. I have watched them and am always fascinated at how they expect us to enter their worlds. Children are good role models for good dialogue.
DeleteShalom,
Patricia
I comment about sharks on your "Knots" post, and, lo, here comes a -- oops, thankfully, Whale.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it interesting how easily we can become distracted by something that looks better but may be of lesser momentary importance -- for better or worse; in this case, for better.
(I spoke of consanguinity in your last post as meaning kindred, so I misused the word. What I meant was kindred. Nonetheless, it is good to have help from someone who understands.) :-)
Thank you, Patricia.
Shalom,
Samantha
You can say that again Samantha. It is reassuring to know that there are kindred souls that understand you or at least they try to understand you.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for dropping by.
Love you.
Shalom,
Patricia