An Awkward Light
An awkward light shown from the stair well above me. It told me to sit still and believe what I am told.
But when you're in the cellar all you have is the people above you. The school teacher professed that I was too bold. The Drill Sergent said that I had to much dirt on my left shoe. "I didn't know my enemy was so afraid of cleanliness", I stated.
A round peg in a square hole is more than just a metaphor for me. It's a way of life.
Still though as I glide quietly across that sun soaked pond from my youth, my memory takes a breath.
I still run to keep myself in shape, but the dream of flying is dead. Why was flight so appealing to me in the first place? Maybe to me, stillness equaled death.
I watched as my grandfather struggled to get out of the car. Death is the last great mystery he said.
Maybe like my fathers from Norway who came before me all I have to cling on to is that one next paddle.
One can always be reassured that the answer to the question; What's over that horizon? lies in the shoes you wear on your feet.
Or the wind that is captured by your sails. Or the fuel that is in your jet. Or the courage one takes in life's next step.
