October 25, 2012

What Was Lost

This is where we go when we follow the water. Down it flows—that’s science—and we race it to the ocean. Not quickly enough. The stream dwindles to mud that shines and then dulls. I feel as if I can hear the waves wash the rocks, just past where the pastures rise. We were so close this time. We’ll try again another day. Tomorrow’s weather forecast says rain.

The wind can’t carry us unless we deep-down believe we are kites. Not of tissue, not wooden sticks, no string of any sort. It’s all in your mind: this ability to be suspended by westerlies and sundowners. Don’t worry about navigation or splintery landings. Those thoughts will keep you planted on the ground. Did you know that when you jump off, it pushes the world a measurable amount in the opposite direction? That’s more science for you.

Let’s catch stars tonight. We’ll use the biggest jars we can bear. The stars, like lighting bugs, will be easy to capture. Celestial objects fly higher in the evening sky than flying insects do, but move much more slowly. I have five stars in my jar already and I’m not even trying hard. I caught one lightning bug, although I let it go.

 

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comments

  1. rick neece on October 25th, 2012 at 2:04 pm

    Makes me think of Clusterflockstock 2, when we hiked the mountain top (I called it the dragon’s spine). Tiny rivulets through the melting snow joining down the mountain into little streams we had to do a little jump to cross. Made think I was in that 16mm movie we saw in grade school. Started at the beginning of the Mississippi. Ended at the Delta, New Orleans and the Gulf of Mexico.

  2. Sheila Ryan on October 25th, 2012 at 7:44 pm

    Thank you, Michael, for your post.

    I have been close to despair lately for a variety of reasons. This helps.

  3. Carole Corlew on October 26th, 2012 at 9:33 pm

    “We’re made of star stuff” — Carl Sagan.

  4. Sheila Ryan on October 26th, 2012 at 10:02 pm

    True. Literally true.