Lyings and Tigers and Bares

When You Have Got Sleep by the Tail

I’m walking this path today with my eyes looking up. I’m entranced by the cloud shapes. I reach my hands up and find that I’m able to collect and shape them. Delicately I begin to form shapes. I’m teasing out meanings and learning as I go. I am not certain what they will be yet.

I’m engaged in looking at the sky so that I don’t notice the path I’ve chosen has entered a forest of giant bamboo. I don’t hear that I’m being stalked. If I were to look, I would glimpse orange and black streaking by me between the stalks.

A part of me is aware of the striped predator, but I don’t want to stop the movements of my fingers. I’m enjoying this entirely cerebral feeling too much to return to the mundane messages my physical body is sending.

The tiger knows this prey won’t disengage in time and crouches to pounce. I sigh and let the clouds drift away. I may never catch these same clouds again and even if I do, the shapes I was making can never be repeated. I will have to create something different the next time.

I cannot fight this tiger. I can hold him at bay for a time. I can even meet him from the high ground and choose how I go. He has a double agent, though. If I avoid him for too long, my own body will turn me over to him. Eventually I, like everyone else, surrender to him.

When he finishes with me tonight, I will be free to cloud sculpt until the tiger comes again to hunt me down.

Iridescent clouds

Image via Wikipedia

NaBloPoMo 2011

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