7.11.2013

Makebelieve

I believe that below the mirroring surface of this pond another world exists.
And that when I take a better look, I'll see a boy looking at me.
Watching me from behind a tree.
I believe that if I jump I will not fall but fly,
past the clouds, through the thin blue air. Into that endless universe,
where time and place are made up by poets.
I believe that life would move very slowly. Or maybe not move at all.
Or maybe move by the speed of dreams.
Darkness, quietness and loneliness would be virtues,
not places to avoid.
I believe that I belong there. That I should morph into that rippling, glistening world.
Trade a mind for a conscious. A body for a soul.
Become the sea, the endless sea.
I believe that when I watch my final breath dissolve into thousand little bubbles,
hastily crawling towards the bleak sun,
I will be free.
I'm not afraid.
But I believe I have my purpose here. In this place,
at the edge of the pond. On this soil,
where gravity and the cycle of earth determine my being.
I'm needed. The world would collapse if I leave now.
So I stay.
I believe that boy is not watching me,
but watching over me.
He smiles.
Ben Scheffer, juli 2013