she has wings
but you are not going to like them
in which you’ll never ride
horses cantering off
to far-in-the-future crusades and crashes
shields that hover in the air
flying saucers are you scared
a painted face you’ll love
but never touch
an ocean she rides over
that you’ll only see by looking up
image and inspiration for this: http://www.flickr.com/photos/fogey03/6602511055/
A woman washes up on a lonely stretch of beach. The sun is barely up. Three men are passing by on their way to do some surf casting. She asks them what town they’re in, they look at her and quickly look away, she asks them for a drink of water and, of all things, a cigarette, they’ve got no time for female foolishness, they ignore her and walk on, their minds have gone on ahead to where they’re going.
Although the don’t-look-and-it-won’t-exist method of managing reality does sometimes work, in general, it’s just not good not to assist drowned women regardless of where they are or what they ask you for. If no kindness meets them on land, they are stuck there for years and years living again as ordinary women. More or less.
Give them wine, give them something to dry off with, be a friend, and they can go back to the water and you can go back to your life. But some men see a shitload of trouble when a woman suddenly rises up out of the sea. They don’t know what trouble is. Continue reading