Alone
Story:
I strain my eyes to see, to locate the exception.
Too many layers of life and evolution in differing hues of greens and
browns, too much eating occurring. The very dark I see, has yet to be found by
its company. To focus on all is to loose equilibrium.
To loose equilibrium is to be found.
Twigs don’t call out with that familiar ‘snap’ in this Garden of
Eden. There is just calm.
Standing in the middle of a rain forest, silence deafening.
Musty, damp, creepy, wet, filling your senses, replete with the dread
that comes when you’re lost in a ghetto.
You drink the moisture in the air. The green and brown spongy
debris under your feet is moving. See your breath, the silhouettes of trees
standing in the mist, creatures know you are there.
They watch you and wait. Small
birds darting from moss laden trees to moss laden trees without sound are
mocking me. Their flight is silenced
by this stage and they know it. They
use it to confuse the intruder into thinking there are more of them; similar to
darting from one spot to the next and calling out at each location to give the
impression to your foe, they are surrounded, when in fact there are only three
of you out there. Quickly they dart
about, black rips in the fabric of the canopy.
Their tongues tickle my ears with their one syllable warnings. The
deafening moisture passing over their wings aids their exaggerated, slow motion
flight. They mock one another, and
tease the intruder, but refuse to join me; yet their curiosity chirps from a
hundred feet. They have no fear.
Droplets are falling from leaf to leaf reflecting ever changing, minute
images of life as they race to the ground. The
sweet smell of decay comes from a ground littered with natures dead and the
symbiotic relationships with those still alive.
The cold, very cold, is here, and something is coming, I can feel it…
To be continued… RJ