Monday, June 4, 2012

the highest point




Cheaha State Park, Alabama, The Fall of 2006






Do you still exist? was the wrong question. Neither of them knew at the time.
Yes, he forgot who was asking.
She had been a period, a place. (a name on a list)
He was a belief, a theory. (a hope)
Be happy, he said.
Go away, she replied.
He did.





It was a search for evidence, those years between.
They found what they were looking for.
The looking for was what changed.






I was not on the list, he said.
You have to say you want it, she replied.
He did.




Today I am grateful for dark moments and heavy rains but most especially for the mornings following when the story's characters wake up and witness a daybreak.





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