Thursday, June 4, 2009

Almost Summer Breeze, Made Her Feel Fine.....

A Woman Smiles in Her Sleep With Remembrances...


I hear the sway of the trees before I see them. The wind makes known its presence without arrogance. I appreciate. I think that I am holding my breath in awe at the very thought of a tree, the wind, and me; but no, my chest rises and falls as it has since I first took that gasping cry at birth. My heart beats without my asking it to. Living without even trying.

I hear the sighs of those around me, human and animal. They are alive; I am alive; and why? Question of the ages, question without answer – yes – the unanswerable question of the living breathing me. Human is the only one asking. I slow my steps, barely daring to move, savoring the moment of hyper-awareness of all that is around me—how lucky I feel at this moment! How alive and real! I am aware of my arms and legs and the organs of my body and what a miracle I am. I want to cry, not because I am sad, but because I have lived, every day of my life, and even when I thought I did not want to live the next day came and I was glad to awaken.

Somewhere in some city in some neighborhood a child laughs and soon, when the days are longer and filled with heat, an ice cream truck will play its song, one that has never changed in all the years I remember it. I have a sudden recollection of little girl me waiting at the chilly window as I hold out my pudgy hand for an ice treat, while my other hand grips sweaty nickels to hand over to Mr. Ice Cream Man—a fair trade, the imperishable for the perishable, even steven: Life at that moment is completely fair and I know it, the ice cream man knows it, and all the kids waiting their turn know it. I lick my treat and traces of it run down my chin, my arms. My feet are colored green from just-mown grass. The sun descends quickly. The clock ticks. The dark barks. I am me. The moon pale-washes my face, gentle touch from the ancient orb of mystery. My mother calls, “Time to come in.” I run home.

I am a woman fully grown, wishing for a cold treat and summer green feet.

7 comments:

Debbie said...

Lovely images Kat. You know, around here the ice cream truck has been replaced by those slushie things. Just not the same.

Carol @ TheWritersPorch said...

A Dreamcicle....my favorite!

Cathy said...

Brings back memories. You can hear the ice cream truck coming for 10 minutes before it passes in front of my house. I think it has been several years since I saw it stop.

Anonymous said...

Ice cream is good anytime. Enjoy the breezes there, the convection oven has been turned on here and it is on full blast. Our eldest is at camp on the other side of the mountain from you in TN. He is loving it.
Oren

Michelle said...

Oh Kat, yes. I know that feeling.

xx

Angie Ledbetter said...

Thanks to lots of gardening today, I had green feet...and had the cool ice cream treat too! Nummy. (Kleinpeter's new Ponchatoula Strawberry.)

kimmirich said...

"... summer green feet." Very nice. I was looking over some of your expressions in Tender Graces before bed last night, and thinking what a wonderful imagery you paint with your prose.