I’m shallow in this spot of blotter I swallowed and before me stands a mass of people. When I say mass I mean at-least three football field lengths of people, scattered in tight groups. The sight I saw was astonishing for it seemed that not one person moved and all eyes were pierced in their own amazement.
The night was heavy with cold and loneliness but I thanked whatever god was in control who slowed the wind to only mild spurts and lost drafts. I hear gun shots from all directions; this causing my sudden paranoia and confusion, as if not already. Yet these smiling face made no jump. These smiling faces made no jump!
It was a strange thing weaving though this mass of still people, innocent faces in this abomination of all places. They all faced north, or is it south? towards the Tennessee River. On these faces, colors bounced. On one frozen I saw a pale blue, and then a bouncing green. This guy’s eyes seemed to be on fire as his lady’s screamed orange. And there was a small group hugged together in their own space of pink.
Everyone was their own constellation lost in historic stories.
I stumbled on wondering at their crazy glee and all of their innocent fee. Is it possible that they were all statues? I wanted to touch someone just to see if there would be any sort of reaction. Being the promiscuous gentlemen I am I decided upon a pretty young woman who stood alone with golden strands and legs to murder wrapped in a thick stocking. I found her bright, loving eyes to be paralyzing, and for a moment I gazed around to make sure she wasn’t the one to have caused this hysteria. In short, she wasn’t. So I stroked her cheek…
I watched her eyes slowly transcend towards mine and a confused smile came across. Caught in her stare, my peripheral found her arm move towards the river. I allowed my central vision to slide down her peach cheeks and down to her intoxicating throat and shoulder which were sprinkled with purple…now sparkling white. Her biceps were covered with a rough red and black side-striped sweater, but the slender in her wrists showed me the fit in her body. The top of her hand killed me with her unnatural rays of turquoise, bittersweet and Brandeis blue. I followed her stretched finger out into the distance and I found my eyeing destination to be across the river where bellows of smoke sat growing. And then there were missiles blown into the sky, multiple missiles and I had the twitch of an earthquake overwhelm me. She caught me and I found her eyes once more.
For a moment I knew we were being attacked.
It was now where I realized she had flown from her original position just to catch me. Her back to the explosions and far above her head was the sun colored crimson. Drizzling away, five more followed; a crown of her own. In this moment I felt her eyes caress mine as I was caught in my own standstill. In this moment I was one of them, for she had helped me in. In this moment I was not just a wanderer but a part of this mass.
She stepped to my side and uncovered a sky complete with an array of color and life. Together, I witnessed beauty and a glimmer of happiness, a public passion and a world full of lost promises.