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The Lady by the Road Side
by Steven Craig
If you saw an unusually dark shadow of an ungainly creature known for its depth of history, that might well have been me.
Circling and staying aloft only by the sharp aid of the wind, a wind that knows not its home or its place of rest. But it knows the moment when someone stands and turns to see the wind take shape and the ground rush up to met her and echo its enchantments of the olde days before there were computers and social media.
People got by in different ways but still they did flourish and make an abode in the mist of uncertainty. It was not that they were fearless or even powerful, but were those that populated the planet for which they made no choice. It was still home and they made the ground yield to their needs and nourish them and the tools were made and the stone cut so as to reveal its inner truth. That ablation brought life where there was no life, a forest where nothing grew, an empire where there was no rule.
It was not the wolves, nor the dark moonlight that took the mind on its journey to civilization, but a true internal need to flourish and leave something behind to mark their passing.
Some say it got out of hand after a while, and from there conflict became the center of both life and history. Sad it may seem now, it was still a great chance at a life without fear and hate and jealous ruin.
The shadow still circles you as you turn to face your fears written on the stone you hold and would pass on to another only if you could divine the answer.
Take breath, and take heart and hold that stone close to you and it will resolve its own answers even as you take that step into your own uncertain future.
02/02/2020 Posted on 02/02/2020
Copyright © 2024 Steven Craig
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