Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Left

The shadowy mountains loom.

To my left they shoot up and disappear into a thick blanket of clouds.

I am stopped at a sign that assures me that if I turn left, I'll find solitude.

Solitude is what I need.

The world's fist is inside my chest squeezing, wringing, compressing.

Left and Up into the canyon.

Cliffs close in on either side and disappear into the dense cloud layer as I wind my way towards solitude.

The mountains and the pines have a mass in space and time.

Their permanence in both highlights the transience of my existence.

Snowflakes gently drift around me, hardly seeming to move. Gravity itself seeming to take a moment to stop and admire their beauty.

My worries are ephemeral.

Climbing, turning, winding.

Gravity remembers itself and silently tears feathers of snow from the clouds.

I pause to sit on an embankment in the snow looking out over a shallow pond.

The feathers of snow become chunks. The clouds themselves descend, shrouding everything.

I've found solitude; an expanse of silent drifting white.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Molcasalsa

Stomach: "Oh, dear God! Mouth! What have you done!?

Mouth: "I'm sorry!"

Stomach: *sob* "What is this?"

Mouth: *quietly* "...Molcasalsa."

Stomach: "Mouth! You know what happens to me when you eat Molcasalsa.... How could you do this to me?"

Mouth: "I'm sorry!" *shudder* "You don't know what the cravings are like! The carne asada, the rice, the beans, THE ENCHILADAS!"

Nose: "They smelled pretty good..."

Stomach: "Shut up Nose! Nobody asked you! You're a part of an unrelated sensory system- and this is none of your business!"

Mouth: "Leave Nose alone!"

Stomach: "Mouth, listen; Intestines and I will be paying for your 15 minutes of ecstasy for the next ten hours!"

Intestines: "Wait, what? What's going on up there?"

Stomach: *sigh* "Listen buddy, I have some bad news..."