Sophistication!?
What
goes around comes around!? Really? In the real
world? The modern space?
A
mini-van pulled into the emerald soccer fields parking lot backing against the
vehicle curb. Charlotta, late, as usual, jammed the gear shift lever into “P”,
popped the rear gate while dashing to the back interior of the chariot to extract
a bag of soccer balls and a pink snack backpack.
Her
child had already wandered off a few feet; she retrieved a round stone with a
slight hollow depression lying beside a small elongated ball-shaped rock.
Quickly mom slammed the gate and grabbed the little girl’s hand, rushing to the
field; the match had already begun. Damn!
How
could the erudite, sophisticated, Charlotta, face her friends? How would she
survive the awful embarrassing humiliation? Again? Was there no justice? Ever? Damn! Again!
She
deserved---Better! Much…Better!
A
three hundred foot limestone bluff towered over the sporting conflict-scene
where honest battle for some inane title match was unfolding. Century-old vines
crept down the white veins of a craggy outcropping stone face obscuring a
miniscule three foot high and four foot wide gash in the exterior surface of
the cliff face. Have we really come so far in the evolution of mankind?
Thirty-five
thousand years earlier in time and space, a cave man called the tiny cave---Home!
And, then, to
wit: In me important time of sacred space,
Might have
walked a Humble ancestor among my
place?
Amen!
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