By Jenny Morelli
It is a tightrope walk up floating stones into the skies, into the heavens. Each cloud is a cushion of memories, a reflection of a life I’ve lived, a world I knew before I was unpeopled, maybe for eternity.
It is a tightrope walk across precariously teetering stones that threaten to spill me into a great abyss below, but onward I climb toward a light, toward an absence, toward an unknown emptiness. I climb, each step a phantom knock I’ve yet to answer.
Then the fog descends, enveloping me, erasing the me, the everything I once knew.
In a blink, gone.
Well done. Loved the imagery and the ending.
There’s an old belief that the soul, on leaving the body, has to pass over the ‘Brig of Dread’, a bridge as narrow as a thread, crossing a great gulf. This excellent piece brought it to mind. “(B)efore I was unpeopled, maybe for eternity.” Wow.
How beautiful do you paint the uncertainties we face in the path of Life.
“I climb, each step a phantom knock I’ve yet to answer.”
Just beautiful.