Four Takes on
Love: Freewrites
“The Road”
Twenty
hours past, wheels turning engine revving. The sun descends behind the
mountains radiating hues of red, orange and pink into the rearview. Dusk
progresses, the road extends. Infinitely extending east yet each mile brings us
closer. A grin, a rubbing of the eyes, a glance to my right; you lie in the
passenger seat. Softly breathing you’re asleep. The road bends, the last of the
sunlight reaches out caressing your face. I see each freckle, the soft texture
of your skin, the dimple you often try to hide. 10 hours left we’re almost
there. 10 hours left we’re almost home. Great plains ahead open to a night of
panoramic stars. We are the mighty bison migrating across this vast land. The
earth trampled below us as we cruise along our way. We are as the bison
withstanding nature’s blows migrating steadfastly to our home. The bison’s home
is where he is. The bison is always at home facing the forces which bombard him
with strength and endurance. We are the bison facing into the headwinds. The
mountains behind the road ahead, night above and the planes surround. Together
we move forward and face what is to come.
“Streams and
Rivers”
Moments
spent on riverbanks taught me about love and life. Sun soaked picnics basking
in the water’s breeze taught me about love and life. 80 feet on top a water
waterfall, water crashing, you next to me, taught me about love and life.
Plunging into the unknown, trusting in uncertainty taught me about love and
life. Beauty radiating from the river corridor and endless flow from parts
unknown, taught me about love and life. Time spent with you near streams and
rivers taught me about love and life.
“Roof Tops”
Endless
nights reveling on roof tops; a star pierced night sky drowned out by the city
lights formed a love and longing for life. Here stretched for miles the gem
city glistens on the horizon. Urban decay, homelessness, and poverty lurk in shadows
yet the beauty abounds in cobble stone streets, a street light walk, and
historic districts. All has its time; all has its place. Here I learned about
the world, here I learned to love the world, here I learned to accept the
world, here I chose to change the world. A hooker on the corner, a beggar near
a store front, a businessman in a dive bar can all teach something about love
and life. Many endless nights spent searching for a taming of lust, never
finding the one thing I’ve grown to covet; a love that endures, a love with
passion, a companion who’s willing to face these struggles. The city embodies
the challenges of nature. Your brother, your friend, even a stranger are all
parts in the urban food chain. Some steal, some kill, some work hard, and some
do drugs, some love, some lust, some are drunkards, some are honest, yet each
possess a niche. I have spent endless
nights on roof tops, contemplating the meaning of it all; endless hours finding
the passions of the night.
“Sweet Basil”
Candle
lit dinners at our favorite restaurant. Spicy sweet aromas accentuate the air.
Dry salt water breezes drift in through the door. The order is always the same
“sweet basil noodles”. You smile, I grin, we’re happy. I never order for you
although I know what you will want. A creature so unpredictable yet here you
are typical; always sweet basil noodles. They say variety is the spice of life;
you are the spice of my life. You are my sweet basil, the spice I will always
long more of.
