Awake + Curtains
Let life move slowly. Capturing a minute in a lifetime can be more important than the epic conclusion. The morning builds momentum and a crows caw clickers my eyes and morning is here. Almost ethereal in how morning wanders in. Knowing the force of the day is looming like a wave offshore in the ocean. The heat is low and part of the comforter rests over me, a weight against the curtain chord of time trying to hold onto this peaceful rest. Uncertainty in how I arrived here, when I left last night the whole room was swollen and sweaty. The door was closed, the fan droned, wub wub wub with its slight rock in the chorus, uneven. The moon had not set but it was late. Now the sun beams from behind a tree somewhere behind the side of a house, not yet visible, but a presence felt. Off the back porch the yard shares my state. Still half covered in shade, awaiting what may of itself today and still, quiet, and certain that as a yard rests it is right where it belongs. Aside from the crow’s caw the chorus of spring birds flows underneath. Gentle notes that tickle the base of my feet enough for me to rise. The door to the room is open now, the dogs are tapping their nails across the wood floor and the fan is off. The sun casts a block of light onto the wall, a make shift sun dial telling me I’m not yet late for an engagement I haven’t planned. The remnants of the night air kick up and the breeze enters from the porch door, hugs my shoulders, and turns me outward to face what will come today.
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Woven tasseled chord. Curtains heavy enough to need to be drawn. Curtains you could get lost in. Curtains two people can find each other in. Curtains like a hedge maze, folded over and over and over. Curtains so thick so thick that they were only ever not dusty once. Curtains that bow the bars meant to hold them. Curtains made of so much fabric there’s a sense of lavish and exorbitance, so much fabric the curtains can only be seen as excess. Curtains just meant to cover the world, to wrap our viewing porthole and contain us from the outside. Curtains for a reveal, for a surprise. Curtains suspended in suspense always, ominous of the fate behind them, controlling the flow of information. Curtains with a faux sense of structure, that you could not just walk through but if the will was strong enough you could. Big heavy dense curtains telling us all to wait.