“Stand still, Lassie!” See the schoolmaster in his cap ‘n gown, his stern beard and full-moon glasses, silver from the light through the classroom window.
You, another mote traveling along a shard of light, wide-eyed and trembling as you float and hesitate in the silence he creates when waiting for your answer; a journey to your future life.
But wait! Don’t imagine this is all. Imagine him naked on all fours–standing upright for your intimate delight. He loves your laughter, your simple joke.
It’s the scariness you’ll remember when your daughter asks, “Where do dreams begin, Momma?”
Grey Sparrow Journal 