The words plundered the nooks of my thoughts: I do. I become. I am. I need. I want. I have. They calcified and set themselves to tiny stones in areas I couldn’t always swim to and reach when my eyes were closed. But I knew they were there, evolving. They are there creating a lake bed full of rare gems and fossils. How lovely it will be, I told myself, when my child swims in that lake not understanding why he shines from the inside each time he dives in. When he smiles with awe at the magic in the centre of his belly being pulled by the magic of the earth’s belly, floating on his back with a half-knowing smile and the other half in a total bliss of not knowing anything at all. I stuck to that fleeting elevated moment, a very rare moment in which good stuff steal and occupy the place of bad. When the moment ended, I fell or I was rather dropped down hard on my tailbone and I couldn’t sit back up on my high horse for months. Although, in the fullness of time, that did not ever matter again.
Beisan A. Alshafei
July 21st, 2024
Beisan's Burble 