He is always watching the ‘board’, it is always in view but it is he who is always watching. and when no one seems able to find him, I know he sits among the clouds.
It is a lovely view when you look out from the spot he likes best to go; the ground has softened and curved to habit.
There is a dome of mist that frames the view, a thickening to clouds.
To look out at it, it seems like an abstract painting that is always in motion with silver lights that twinkle and sparkle like opals and diamonds with shocks of bolts and often fire but from here it seems very very far far far away
I have so often sat there next to him. It is the most natural place to be. Sometimes in silence. Sometimes in shared thoughts. In his presence we are all children
No comments:
Post a Comment