BLACK AND WHITE
Word Count: 211
You see the boardwalk leading to land. I see the cracks, the water splashing and hungry beneath us. You point out the stars in their assigned constellations and know them by name. You see Mary Magdalene at the foot of the Cross in the clouds. I see a sky punctured by stars where the sun shines through. I see the morning’s blue sky marred by white drifts of cloud that get caught on the sun.
Were we always that way? Hard-headed realist and dreamer? Is foresight a blessing and forethought a curse?
You laughed when I told you the zebra is black with white stripes. You said it was white with black. Back then life was easier, anxious to please as new lovers can be, we agreed it was black and white striped.
But love softens in ways that are both good and bad. Patience is not a good stand-in for passion. Sighs are not filtered through smiles. Disagreements aren’t cute anymore.
No, we’re not going to make it, you’re right. Ten years just rounded off the sharp edges, dulled the point of the knife. It makes me sad; not that you couldn’t see the bugs on the roses but that I couldn’t just close my eyes and inhale.
Well-stated and sad truth – especially like the statement Patience is not a good stand-in… Ouch!
Wow. I’m beginning to think that I’m acquiring some wisdom with age. Won’t erase the wrinkles, but what the heck.
free-wheeling. philosophical. enjoyed. especially the last sentence, wow.
I’m getting better at last sentences; I think the daily writing is indeed helping with both practice and deadline.