disciple-to-[n]one

three by five

Friday, July 25, 2008

  There is one morning that stays vivid in my mind even now. Maybe I was born, really born into the earth that moment of waking. I was ten, I think; or older. I’ve never seen the neighbor’s bougainvilleas in bloom with such beauty, never seen the sun peep through the bedroom in such Vermeerian air… I think that was a morning after New year’s eve, when I was bedridden by mumps and watched grandiose floats & fireworks display in Australia on tv–but of this, I’m not certain. That morning stands alone. Even if I struggle, I cannot remember the day before or after it; nor the night it beckoned. If you can only see it, it’s in a three by five in my mind’s eye.

 

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