Parting of the Ways
By agora
Parting of the Ways I did not think of us as people. No, I thought of us as gods driving through rainy nights to the City of Gods. I held the steering wheel. You ate your late night snacks absent-mindedly, crunching an undersong to the clicks of the rain. We drove across the thin expressiveness of plains and into the mountains looking for the mountain of holy rising stone. Along the switchback roads hunting for foundations of the City of Gods we found nothing, nothing but endless mountain rain. We turned ourselves seawards, down the cordillera to the white waiting waves. “I must be a Sea-God” you said. I understood. Sea gods live by themselves. No need of companions no need of dry lovers no need of life-giving rain across the road. Written November 12th, 2001 © on Nov 12 2001 05:38 AM PST 0 • 1
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