I found myself suddenly on a bridge. I stood there for just a moment. Taking in the atmosphere. I was standing on a bridge in the middle of a lake. The air tastes like early morning. I couldn’t see the end of the bridge, both ends were shrouded in fog. As I looked out to the lake I could see some large ripples appearing, moving fast towards me.
As the ripples came closer I could make out a large, shapely body beneath the water. The creature beneath the water suddenly launched its large body unto the rails, balancing precariously with its huge weight. It looked at me thoughtfully for one moment, came to a decision, then hopped onto the pavement right in front of me, shaking the bridge slightly.
“Tell me about yourself.” The creature bubbled, its flippers motioning as he spoke.
“I’m not sure there’s much to tell.”
“Nonsense” Its words gargled, forming foam from its mouth that slipped off its giant tusks.
“Am I dead.”
“Yes you are. Soon your heart will be weighed and judged.”
“Who are you then?”
“I guide the dead.” The huge creature posed it’s body upwards, stretching out its flippers.
“Why are you a walrus?”
“I don’t know. Why are you a human?”
“That’s actually a good point.”
“There you go.”
We watched the lake together. Time stood still. Does time even flow in a place like this? I heard a gargling of water come from the walrus as he began to speak again.
“So, who are you then?”
Comforting fog that looms
The church bells ring
Echoing, rolling through
These great green hills
The animals lie asleep
Attuned to mans rythmn
The path I walk
Is lit by silver moonlight
From the violins of crickets
Soon my path will end
I will find myself
In a new kind of light
The view from the moutain oversees the valley stretching out below. A great blue stream running into a sea of green. The path I took was long, my feet have blisters but it was worth this view. The air feels cleared, my lungs feel stronger. Even the clouds here seem pleased to see me. It’s from here I can let my thoughts run wild, with every ragged breath I take, every forced step I make to climb higher and higher, my thoughts become less pained.
There is a bird that has joined me here in my sacred place. A crow without friends or family. I think we could understand eachother so long as he doesn’t fly away from me. Birds are nervous, untrusting creatures. Understandably. Humans are just as nervous and more untrusting. But being larger gives us confidence.
The crow cocks his head sideways to check my advances, calculating inside that pea-sized brain of his. Am I a threat? Or friend? I sit within three feet of the crow on a stone and begin a conversation with it.
“Crow, are you lonely? You are all by yourself. I am lonely, I haven’t seen any of my kind for months.” “I have not seen any of my kind neither, human. Maybe we are the last of our species?” “For all we know we could be, crow.”
Wandering through a concrete maze
Full of leaves of trash
Trees of light
Water of oil
Deer of metal
The sun is down, but it is up
I smell something rancid
So that is my dinner
I take it back
To the safe enclosure of the woods
Where the shadows hide me
My face, hidden from the light
I dream of forests filled with friendly critters
Bears loudly roaring with delight, whilst hugging me
Spiders and snakes injecting serotonin
Birds motivating me with songs of praise
Fish splashing me with warm water from the river
Across my face
I dream of all animals, big and small
Greeting me with such happiness
I smile and sing my species song back to them
Whilst raising my rifle to their foreheads
One by one pulling the trigger
Beaming with happiness
Wondering how this could go wrong