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Thursday, September 5, 2013

the god stare


Some people have it: that look - a stare - like you’re meeting the eyes of God. Like you’ve found a home that you never knew.

There’s some dark twinkle to them like the richness of good coconut milk or a well done forest portrait underpainted with true phylo blue.  They smell like reality’s damp dusk and are layered with the special, sandy-yellow flecks of a sobering secret.

Their smiles strike like the pitch of perfect, sad violin that you never knew you appreciated; their touch draws an instinctual reaction of ease like one feels to a well-risen loaf of bread.  A mellow walk with them is contentment and challege, radical and purifying.

Some people have it. They are very, very, very, very few but not obsolete - I must cling to this belief.  I must resist the nag that they are blended so far into a background of budding vines, swimming alone in a wild oblivion, or caught up in the fuzz of city walls…I must never admit that they will not find their way from between mildewed, country bathroom stalls to meet my eyes, someday.  

They with the God stare, they cannot be so high up that I cannot find them; I’ll use the patient dexterity needed in twisting a clementine off the tree; I’ll whisper like I would to a lounging cat; I’ll lay down in the middle of the road and tar myself over if I have to, to hold onto the belief that they exist, and that we will meet someday.