Friday, July 21, 2006

Safe

A long line of noisy traffic winds its way through the delicate beauty of a crisp midwinter evening.

The sun is leaving the sky; the sky is fading. Dusk.

As I drive my radio tells me of brutal wars in far away lands and petty arguments close to home.

I am struck by an idea; it is human memory that strings time together. Memory takes this present moment, the smallest thing in the universe, and binds it with an infinity of other moments to make a war, or an argument, or...

Soon I will arrive at my lovers house and I will rap on the door - brass on brass. I will barely have time to observe the first star I’ve seen that night when out will come a kiss, and an embrace, and a warm breathing in the ear. And there will be no war in the world.

There will be no war in my world.

2 comments:

Marica said...

Welcome back Matthew. I was wondering where you had got to! This is a thought provoking piece of writing. You are so right - memory is at the heart of the best and the ugliest aspects of human life.
Take care,
Marica

Anonymous said...

Matthew - I do wish you would look to publish your work! I wish I had your skill to write so efficiently and meaningfully. Orsome!

Michael Bucksmith