Thursday, January 25, 2007

dancing hearts

I have the perfect image of the girl in the denim dress reading the Bible by the fire at night.Her brown hair tied in a strict braid,her socks till her knees.Older sister buying jewellery to wear to Church on Sunday,probably cuz she's in the choir.Mother the kind that bakes cornbread with corn that grows in their backyard we like to call a farm.Younger brothers all little replicas of their father,belts,boots,collared shirts and all.Helping him lay out the hay,only to roll in it later.All of them,their cheeks burning with content as they say Grace before a big,steaming turkey.All is well called-for,here in the country-side.Nothing to do but walk the fields,climb the slopes and poke a stick in the rivers and streams.Nothing to feel,but nature at its best,all day,every day.The truck that Grandpa used to drive,torn and worn but working so well.Everyone slipping into white sleeping gowns before they kneel beside their beds and thank the Lord.Indeed,all is well called-for,here in the country-side.

3 comments:

Usman said...

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. But why do u write such stuff? U leave me wanting more...just before u trail away. Write smth longer...

Zh~* said...

=)
isnt that the beauty of it all?to just..leave the thread lying there so you can either pick it up,or leave it like it is...
but yes,longer stuff is on its way.i write in sporadic bursts of confusion.

Usman said...

Sporadic bursts of confusion? LOL...

And YES...It's like jagged ragged pieces of glass that u have going on inside your brain and u throw them out one by one, piece by piece...