Enlightenment

Ever wish you could save the world?

     She stared out her classroom window and watched a plastic bag blowing across the well-manicured lawn. She wondered, if she let go, if her soul would become light enough to just blow around the world.  She imagined floating high in the sky, staring in the windows of high rise apartments, seeing life at its most intimate, the occupants sharing food, angry thoughts and awkward love making. Watching to see if a woman brushing her teeth in the morning would do it before bed time as well, as she is sure she tells her dentist she does.

     She imagines flying low to the ground through construction sites, where sweaty men work toward a retirement full of arthritic backs, skin cancer and drinking problems born of a self professed responsibility to feed their families and their own vices, sometimes more the latter than the former. She wondered how many memories should could fit inside herself before the weight of the world would be so heavy that flying became an impossibility.

    She thought that night time would bring cool winds and the glow of lights in which she could see the writers, the artists and the musicians practicing to become more than the sum of their dreams.  She loves the pajamas, the late-night raids of the ice cream and the one man  that would surely be surfing the high definition images of his favorite creamy white thighs and dreaming of a tryst filled with danger and delicious delight.

     She didn’t want to understand the universe. She wanted to be the universe and know all of things that were true and unknowable. She wanted to be filled with the warmth of understanding, the elevation of compassion and the crisp sweet tang of electricity. She longed to hold the human race in her bosom and cradle the fears and triumphs, washing over their lives with a wave of security and a notion that they were useful, beautiful and loved.

     She turned her attention back to the front of the classroom and listened to the teacher do his best to impart the wisdom of the world that he knew and she knew it wouldn't be enough.  When the bell rang she gathered her books, walked to the front of the class and set them on the teachers desk.

 

     “Where are you going,” the teacher asked.

     “Somewhere that rings true and calms my mind and spirit."

     “Will you be back?”

     “Look for me outside your window, I will be there watching over you.”

     “Can I come?”

    “When you understand who you are, you will find a light at the bottom of your dream.  You will find me there."

Author's Note

Another thigh reference for Queenie...apparently its a recurring theme in my Freudian poetry romps.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

So much bigger than we can be, sometimes we dream. This is real and surreal in equal measure. I do so love the way you put your pen to paper. The plastic bag reminds me of Katy Perry's Firework -- although for that you are forgiven, in a list of unremarkable lyrics it's one of her better thoughts ... :)

[Crowley]

Haaaa!!! Katy Perry..didn't even think of that one. what was playing through my head was the scene from American Beauty where he was watching and filming the plastic bag blowing around and tearing up as he showed his girlfriend the beauty if the video. Thanks for reading!!!

[Lyn Anderson]

ha, she probably took it from there ...:)

[sette]

Well the story is captivating enough plays with the ego and the super ego of freud so with the psycho sexual which is the latent stage... my mind has been whirling with the plot and the twist in the story and the application of freudian concepts has been the marker all along.

[Crowley]

Thanks Sette...as always its a pleasure when you come by and read. I love it!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

It took 42 yrs and im full like a tick but still trying to fill more...flying around out here with creamy thighs.lol you know im amazed by it! Into the library!

[Crowley]

Thought you'd like that...Thanks Q!!!!

[Onlyme]

Wow. you sure did enlighten me ..Crowley. Interesting, insightful and voyage of many things.

[Crowley]

Impossible...I think you are already there!!! Thanks!