A Moment

Running my hands through the tall grass, golden, my fingertips catching the tops of the reeds. Placing one of the tops between my thumb and forefinger I squeeze, enjoying the release that spreads up my arm as I loosen my grip. This action, as with all movements at a time like this, seems to be in slow motion. The swish and rustle of the grass seems to move within me, making my body sway with it. It is as if some force beyond me, beyond all that I see, is guiding each step I take. As if this grass will part and show me where to place my feet. The sounds of birds in the far off trees making me think of floating away with this force. 1

The still and the quiet of this moment, and the white warm sunlight bathing me, makes me feel as though someone should be filming me. Not only that but I have the feeling that those watching back would be equally able to feel the slow motion and the peace; like a poem, they have the same effect on people.2

The field is beautiful and quiet, it is really quite the cliché, and I enjoy it all the more for this. In a big open space like this it should be easy to be open with all ones thoughts and feelings. One should be able to shake off all that burdens us at all other times. It feels as though those thoughts are bordering this field, but they cannot penetrate this space that I have made my own. Despite the sunlight, my eyes, naked without my sunglasses, are hurt by the light, can see all of my troubles floating or running away. Leaving me lighter, as I had removed all of my clothes and roamed with the wind. The thought of the grass stroking my flesh fills my chest with an empty sensation. 3

There is no way of knowing how long I have been here. Just like there is no way of knowing just where you are right now, only that I know you are here with me. In this open space maybe we could fill the air with all we need to say, those little half sentences or those words which remain suspended on our lips only making a slight sounds, which we then state was nothing. My mind has become an empty attic room, or an open field. Now that I have cleared all out of my mind I have room for all of your thoughts. Having given them all to me I can let them roam, leaving just you and me and this open space. 4