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Kansas
August 27, 2014
As we walked down the long road towards the setting sun resting on the end of the road, the distance between one footprint and the other grew shorter as I slowed down to look at the rows of Kansas sunflowers that had become the object of my eye. The light started to bounce from one to the other, and as the sun started to burn out, they buried their heads for the coming night, as I would normally bury mine in rest in fear of the thoughts that would spin around if I did not.
It was now the time where the stars met the light of day and the moon peaked over the long fields. As the breeze softly carried the sway of the flower, she kicked of her shoes and lifted her long skirt above the ground, and started to run through garden rows turning back and smiling. If time were to stop everything right then; every falling leaf, every shimmering star, every drop of water in the swirling ocean of my mind, I could keep the moment safe, and hold it for myself.
But oceans kept swirling, and the stars kept pulsing with light, and the leaves touched the ground. Time crawled on. yet I stood still, staring at the moving world wondering why moments turn to memories so quickly.
Like sand running through your fingers into the ocean, each grain represents a moment come and gone away, and when the last grain passes through your hand, there is no way to find it among the waves. But all you can know is it is there among the tides, and all you can do is remember how it it looked as it was lost forever.
The sun is going down now as I put my arms around her among the solemn flowers, and struggle to let go of the moments passing by knowing that someday I may be looking for them again, with none to be found.
© Nick C., Boca Raton, FL
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This was inspired from when I took a walk with someone very close to me.