Friday, July 06, 2007

A Conversation with a Waterfall of Light

He said let's go for a hike. I'm not much for walking, unless circumstances are just right.

But I did, because they were and because it was with him.

It was a day from forever. Who says no to family? to a boy I grew up with? to guy I didn't know until we discovered each other a few short months earlier?

We were in our twenties. We had so much to talk about. We knew so much about life.

After being the two who were shy, suddenly we were the two who could for hours about people, about dreams, about how to make a decision.

Now he was taller than I am. His voice had become husky and deep. His laughter full and alive. He was no longer Grandma's little priest. Did she ever call him that? Why did we? How did that start? We didn't know.

We are the same age six days each year. We have so much and so many people in common. How could it take us so long to find out?

We walked and talked about the things that we didn't know growing up. We both had thought that our aunt and uncle (who were siblings) had once been married to each other. He said he'd thought that until high school. I said, "So did I."

It was all afternoon that we walked and shared our experiences. His family was his, and mine was mine. But our problems were ours, and they looked the same when talked about them.

One by one, we analyzed the people who lived in the center of the Venn diagram where our two families met. Our mother's mother was at the top. We spent the most time on the ones we knew least about -- those who had gone their own way, followed their own path, left the others behind. Suddenly as the lone wolves of our own packs, for the very first time, we had a feeling that we were their kin. I remember we stopped to divorce our families to start one of our own.

By the time we got deep into the state park, we had wondered why we hadn't had a conversation earlier in our lives.

It was then that we came upon the most amazing waterfall. It was a waterfall of light. We sat and talked for three more hours. For chunks of time we just watched the water fall.

He and I must have looked like lovers, because one couple who came by sort of hinted at changing partners for the day. We still laugh about that. They didn't stand a chance of competing with the conversation, the laughter, and the water made of light.

The way the waterfall reflected the light, the way the light was reflected in the waterfall, that was the way of our conversation.

Everything in this story is true, even the parts that didn't happen.

--me strauss Letting me be

14 comments:

SimpleRich said...

It was a day from forever.

Great line that completely set the tone for me, like a hypnotist telling me I'm getting very sleepy.

Wonderful vignette with a great last line.

Chris Cree said...

Does it matter if you remember which parts were which? I can't decide.

Captcha Poem:

Get
Primed
Many
Peppers
Jumping
Most
Lesser
Herbs

(I have no idea what that means.)

Sleeping Dude said...

Simply great stuff...

ME Strauss said...

Hi Simple Rich,
Thank you for your comment. It's true story. One that I'll never forget. :)

ME Strauss said...

Hi Chris!
I know which parts were which and no it doesn't matter at all . . . what matters is what was exchanged that day. :)

Your poem says that aliens are on their way, I think. :)

ME Strauss said...

Hi sleeping dude,
Wow. Thank you. It means a lot.

Kirk M said...

Beautiful Liz. It's always good to stop by and get a breath of fresh air and you make breathing such a wonderful thing indeed.

Dr.John said...

I love the end. The story is true even the parts that didn't happen.

ME Strauss said...

Hi Kirk,
Breathing is a good to remember to do. Not all as natural as they lead to believe. And so much more wonderful. :)

ME Strauss said...

Hi Dr. John,
Yeah!
We all know what's true. :)

Bungi said...

I like this one... I don't know how to describe it exactly. But it is different... and i like it...

ME Strauss said...

hi Bungi!
Yeah, it's a story. Thanks for the encouragagement. :)

photojoe said...

I remember the parts that didn't happen, and I am very not so sure about the parts that did.

ME Strauss said...

Photojoe!
Oh how I miss you!
The parts that did, did . . . the parts that didn't did too. :)