Friday, March 15, 2013
one who walks swiftly
she brought me the seed of an acacia tree today. acacia! an acacia seed! my word i almost didnt recognize it! i havent seen one since i was a calf! by the sun it must've been 4 o'clock when she showed up. i've gotten so used to seeing her every thursday. recently she's been coming later and later every week, her shoulders looking heavier and heavier, i was afraid she wasnt coming. my heart was moments away from shattering and then i heard her "hello friend." such simple sweet words, of which begin and end my world."hello friend" i swear i could've floated right on up to the heavens! i gave her a gleeful bleat and galloped up to the fence. that wretched fence! one day i'll muster enough courage to run straight through it gather her on my back and we'll ride off into the sunset! ah..such ambitious dreams all for naught... it simply can not be. now fated to live out my days within these walls, but i was once a beloved child of africa, i left my happy home on the adolescent whim to lead the exciting life of a circus performer, and such i have done. i have performed for a great many kings and queens all manners of lords and ladies. i have looked upon all the great wonders of the world and yet all their glory and prestige falls flat in the presence of this vision of joy. this maiden holds within her all that is still pure and untainted in the world. and here she stands before me with this magnificent gift! an acacia seed. she says"i read giraffes like acacia trees." oh my dearest! the worth of this gift you hold in your hands is much more than mere substance. its name bearing from its pharmaceutical properties, its kin the great myth of osiris and isis,the offspring of the great abre du tenere, the tree of life, moses' burning bush, the source of christs thorny crown. how perfect is it that she would be offering to me the symbol of purity and endurance of the soul? a reflection of herself. i could cry. i really could. what does a poor soul such as myself ever hope to offer to her? she sits and talks for a while. i could listen to her go on forever. she tells me of her day, it has not been a particularly good one. she hasnt had many good days in a long while. my heart aches for her. how i wish i could comfort her! hold her tightly and make her feel loved. i imagine how she would smile as i told her of my adventurous days. if only. i sigh, bend down and gently nudge her with my head she softly strokes my neck. the park will be closing soon we both know she'll have to leave. as we watch the sunset a falling star flies across the horizon she sighs and says "i wish i were a giraffe"