Alien Landscape

the creaks and slices

F told me today that the earth-bound trees aren't what they seem at all; that they are the wings of the earth. one day, earth will just fly away. from what i wonder? certainly not from us. you can't fly away from a disease. but i can already see it in my mind. those branches will creak and grow and slice the air. creaks and the sound of slicing tree-wings across the globe. if the earth do fly away, of course no one would notice. we hardly feel the spin.
but nonetheless. under the precise thin intricate shadows of the trees towering our pathway as we walk, F and i spread our arms (featherless and non-membranous) and flap silently and laughingly. and i would look into those eyes and fall in love all over again. happy moments.

then later in the day i pointed out a dirty yellow dove to him. its head was framed by concrete structures. we became sad. because we thought all doves are white.
as our day came to an end, we couldn't do anything but watch the yellow dove waddle away. so i seek solace in his eyes and love him yet again.

but it doesn't feel like he knows. because my hands were always in my pockets.
Posted by NHJ 4/23/2005 11:53:00 pm

Saturday, April 23, 2005