Frozen

The big freeze came. Like an oversized tsunami wave that came from way back there, and lurched towards the shore. Running away from it, leaving the shoes behind... I kept going. Not knowing how or why or quite where to. The size and the capacity of the wave was too much, or the contradictory silence in the largeness of this wave. The wave would always come to visit the shore like an old nightie. Through the thickets, the bush, the trees and the shrubbery I ran until a hideout appeared and I knew this to be home. Here, everyone that was meant to speak and love, would do so. Here, everyone that was not meant to speak or love, would not. Here, they would not refrain, they would not play that game, they would not ignore my name in the public places and frequent it in the shadows. Here, nature would be fair and nature would be real and nature would embrace and nature would sound out my name loudly and clearly from the treetops. There would be nothing other than the straight way.