Monday, June 13, 2011

He and She in the Yarrow

"The air is so still. Not a thing is moving."

"Don't breathe."

"I have to breathe."

"I like when you smile. And close your eyes. I wonder what you're thinking."

"I'm feeling the air not moving."

"That could be the strangest thing I ever heard."

"Shhhhhhhh. You love it."

"You can say that again."

"What? You're mumbling."

"Sorry. Nothing."

"Come here. Sit up with me."

"I haven't laid down in the grass since I was a kid. I can't wait to see how many ticks are on me."

"Don't you just love all the wild Yarrow around here?"

"Is that what it is?"

"Look at it all. You know, the Native Americans learned that if you crush it up, it stops bleeding."

"Ah. An astringent."

"Don't pick it!"

"I thought I snag some before it's too late."

"Too late for what?"

"I'm just going to tuck some in my shirt right here...."

"You're too cute. You know that?"

"Just trying to keep my heart in one piece, that's all."

"It's not going to work."

"I know."


Crafty Green Poet said...

a very sweet microfiction!

Lee said...

I love the he and she pieces. ;)

Aine said...

I love the "beingness" that these two are sharing.

Shadow said...

so light, i love it!

Anonymous said...

CGP, many thanks!

Lee, I like to explore nuances between people in them.

Aine, it's a very potent moment. :)

Shadow, a perfect summer moment, perhaps.

Szelsofa, thanks!