wishingMay 16, 2009 at 6:06 pm | Posted in writing | 23 Comments
They moved like constellations of colour, as if they were composed of light. The tiger tattoo on his shoulder flexed and needled, restless. Caught in a strange binding of regretting his aloneness and wishing they were simpler creatures, Sunonhead jiggled the line tied to his toe. He was perplexed by the thought that his hunger made him wish hunger on the fishyfish. He did not like to sacrifice the life of a worm in vain.
In the shallows he could see them dancing and he wondered if there was a music under the water which only fluid creatures could hear. The one with long trailing fins he called Esoteria after his wife whose curls would drift around her in just that manner when she was swimming. The little frantic one darting twixt and tween the others he called ‘correct attribution’ because he knew that would make her smile when he told her though he didn’t know why.
It was another of those strange thought circles that fascinated him. Making her smile made him happier and for some reason he could not fathom, his happiness seemed to increase hers. It was like a silver spiral reaching up to the old man with the hat on who floated across each clear night sky. Sunonhead’s eyes searched the gathering dark for some sign of her, the first quick sparkle on the Northern horizon announcing her return.