It was sitting on my head, I was frozen, paralysed.
It flew at me. I gasped and held my breath.
It sat on my shoulder and wispered,
sweet buzzy nothing in my ear.
It flew away and never,
called. I wondered
if I might see
it again.
I see you in my dreams,
sometimes, and when I squint into the ripples,
you shimmer back at me. I dive to find you, but you are nestled,
so comfortably, that I don’t have the heart to try and take you away.
So I leave it, as I should, and I wonder if I might return one day,
and in waking our eyes will meet, perfectly balanced,
I will sigh and shimmer at you, and
you will sparkle back.
I nurture it, and watch it grow,
when it gets wonky and fragile, I put a stick in it.
Soon it will outgrow the pot. Then I might put it in the ground,
and see how far it’s roots stretch. Perhaps then it won’t need me anymore,
but still I might visit it, in a corner of my mind if not literally, and I will wish that it
flourishes, even though, I now have, new things to nurture, and to watch,
and to speak to, and perhaps love. It will always, as will the
others to come, own a small part,
of my green thumb.
Crocodile – You know, if you weren’t so tall i’d be all over you by now.
Nun – Ok…
Crocodile – Yeah, and also if you weren’t so well… you. I mean, if you were you, but then you were someone else altogether, then that would be better. Also because, you know, I think you’re nice, I like chatting to you and stuff, and physically you’re like… ideal, I mean, you’re smoking hot, a total goddess, it’s a definite yes, sort of, that I want you, but actually I really don’t, because, you know, I look at you and I want to throw you down and do stuff to you but, you know, I don’t actually want you. I don’t really understand how you got the impression that I did. And, well, what i’m trying to say really, is that it’s not me, it’s you, it’s just, all you really. Yep. But don’t worry, because if you weren’t you then I would definitely be interested, but since you are, well, i’m not.
Nun – Right…
Feet first.
A splash, and immersion.
Fight to the surface.
Deep breath.
Repeat.
We were so high up that the thrust of the wind was whipping past our faces. We could see everything. The world was clear and divided into a neat green and brown chess board. We moved and the pieces moved with us as if by osmosis. We could have finished the journey and made it a checkmate, but we had to be back, on earth, and the only other move we were able to make, was to force our feet to the ground.
The piggy came back, we gave him a snack and sent him on his way.
He was undoubtedly sweet, always wanting a treat, but he came back day by day.
Now, Just when we were about to crack we finally saw the piggy’s back,
but it wasn’t long after he went back that he was back and wouldn’t go away.
So, what does one do with a pig that asks and takes but never gives?
Should one have his back, help him stay on track, know the crappy life he lives?
Or see a greedy pig without sticks or twigs and all the things he has taken,
and turn him into crispy, crunchy, sweet, tasty bacon?
She walked up to him and slapped him across the face with it. He looked pretty dumbstruck, in that stupid happy sort of a way, and I thought to myself – here we go, again. I could only imagine, a vixen like that… A few weeks down the line she would be making him buy her laundry tablets and eating all of his tomato sauce.
Then, once she had run off with the guy that owned the bakery downtown (It was the bagels that got her, it’s all about the hole you know.) I would have to be the one to pick up the pieces. So predictable. Tedious. I was such a good friend. So supportive.
I really couldn’t be bothered with all that shit.
First glance she gasped and burst into tears.
It could have been the love story, or the aura of tragedy.
It might have been the overwhelmingly spectacular expanse of white.
Regardless, her eyes filled with salt water and her chin quivered uncontrollably.
Her crying made me cry a little, even though, I wasn’t feeling what she felt.
We sat there side by side, fragile and full of emotion.
Then we both smiled for the photograph.
Here we are dear. Just me and you
Together for now. Sailing through
Enveloped within
A blanket of
Blue.
The Nun and the Crocodile 