Wednesday Write-in #18 @ CAKE.shortandsweet
Prompts: the worst party :: grumpy :: waterfall
A PERCH FOR PRUNING
“Some waterfall,” said Pete, pausing to put flame to his smoke. “Thing’s plain grumpy if you ask me.”
If I were to find solace in this concrete tundra, this structure maze, it wouldn’t just be in a specific place like the central park or the library. No, it would be in a time of day, too. And somewhere self-effacing.
“What did you do yesterday?”
“I crawled up the side of a building to a ledge and found a place in the overgrowth. I pulled my knees in close and watched the waitress girl sweep the sidewalk outside the restaurant across the street. Cars passed by and I saw them but I doubt their occupants saw me. And after the sun dipped below the point I watched the lights illuminate the sign above the door.”
Solace in a time of day, you see.
It was probably too cold to take the boat out but pops insisted that we hadn’t had one of our good talks in a while.
The water lapped against the wood sides of our little white skiff while the wind carried us along. The sky was green and somber and Lady Liberty stood out in the distance looking like she’d rather be somewhere else.
“It’s pretty the way the fog hugs her from time to time, ain’t it?”
“Yeah pops, it is. Welcome home pops.”
I am looking for the sun this morning but it has yet to come up over the eastern hills. It is one of those mornings where it stays dark too long and you aren’t sure.
“Release him,” I demand from the foot of the sierras. “Unclasp thy stony grip and let us share in his warmth.”
There is a rumbling beneath my feet of the kind that originates somewhere under the waves of the Pacific, down in abysmal faults, and moves plates the size of continents.
I hold my ground and for a moment there is hope; shades of pink and crimson have awakened the sky but are quickly fading. There is another summons, this time reverberating from somewhere beyond the eastern horizon, that slowly gives way to fingers of fog that creep over the hills and down through its crevices. I’ll be in their grasp soon.
The entire metropolis will be in their grasp soon.
No sunshine today. Only clouds.