My blog today is a short story. It is in response to a friend who was wondering if he would protest for democracy or the rights we have come to know and love in the free world. I wrote this story to show where my heart would be.
We live in a moment of Time. Having shopped our circumstances; we are left with what’s hanging in the closet. Or the blessing of not having one. How naked is that?
We might take a cup of tea, or better yet, the makings for a dozen cups. Imagine ourselves into a new adventure. We can never change what is all too common now; the protests and the angry sounds of people dying on the street.
But out where the earth slips though our toes and where the nuts still hang for boiling, we may find each other wanting. Yes, a bunch of vagabonds who know the tea is better when boiled with the nuts!
What will we say?
“Have you seen any birds today?”
“Has anyone seen a bee…a flower?”
I hear Rumi:
“Today he is going to fly me like a hawk.”
©Katie Kidwell, 2018 from “My Collection of Short Shorts”