The Fountain.
The Fountain.
She looked around.
She felt so trapped.
Claustrophobic.
Who could possibly breath in such a stifling environment?
She rushed out
The air colliding with her face as she pushed the door open was vital for her survival
The death of one's soul is the worst of all.
Her chest rose and fell as she inhaled the damp air
Walking across concrete, bricks, asphalt
She only had to dodge a single car
Then the choices....Oh so many choices
She manuevered away from the table that had two uneaten suckers comforting each other in the center
She needed to start anew.
She left the sheild of the tent
What fun is an umbrella in the rain?
Three tables dripped with water
And she sat across from them.
On the ridge next to the fountain to watch.
Next to her shoulder, moss hid under the cracks from the rest of the wet world
The green lush was a harsh cloud under the cement
Hiding Still Stagnant
And still alive.
A single hair danced in the wind, still attached to the adhesive deteriorating from the sides of the cement
Who's hair?
Who was there before her
What were they seeing?
A young girl sitting with a young boy
As he inched closer to her, and she moved away to the powerful fountain.
Maybe a young child
Striving to reach one of the flowers surrounding the bath
To give to his mother before she scolds him for defiling the city's property.
An old woman
Sitting to catch her breath, resting her coat on the side of the fountain because as the sun rose higher it was much too hot to keep it on even her shoulders.
One flower reached away from the dirt
As if trying to get out
Nothing could stop the flower. Nothing worthwile.
Movement caught her eye
A family consolidated underneath the tent.
Two young ones kept the three old ones on their toes
Not wanting to intrude as they shared a bag of popcorn she looked back to the fountain.
She concentrated on the water.
The way it was thrown upward before gravity forced it to fall back
And splash into the pool.
The splashes were the most difficult to concentrate on
Impossible to focus
So much chaos
Constant chaos.
But the top of the mainspring was spectacular.
As she watched the water come, and come and come
A never ending supply
Always growing, yet never going any where
She could see faces.
She saw little bodies struggling to get atop the others
All for one, but one was all.
Beautifully depressing, and she felt inspired.
A scream of a young girl startled her from her trance
Her neck reflexively snapped to the call
Two tiny feet happily jumped and trotted through puddles
Away from her brother
Spilling popcorn along the bricks.
As the three old ones avoided her stare she wondered
When did people get so touchy about meeting each other's eyes?
She looked across to the three leaky tables.
A single drop to the floor
Followed by another
And another
And another
But no drop is the same.
Different water gathers
Together at one spot, mixing
Before falling.
The three tables all the same,
Gather and fall.
Over and over,
Sometimes faster
Some slower.
Entrancing
But she still looked away to the fountain.
The mother and girl walked past
Around the fountain.
She watched her laugh with her child.
What does it mean to love your own?
The mother screamed and ran from the girl with two arms outstretched
One to the girl, one to the boy running in the street.
She scolded him.
He looked to the ground.
She looked to the two older ones under the tent
Eating their popcorn.
As the family joined hands to cross the street and leave the fountain she stood up.
Her own mother waved her over, towards the small chocolate shop.
She walked on, without turning to say goodbye.
She felt so trapped.
Claustrophobic.
Who could possibly breath in such a stifling environment?
She rushed out
The air colliding with her face as she pushed the door open was vital for her survival
The death of one's soul is the worst of all.
Her chest rose and fell as she inhaled the damp air
Walking across concrete, bricks, asphalt
She only had to dodge a single car
Then the choices....Oh so many choices
She manuevered away from the table that had two uneaten suckers comforting each other in the center
She needed to start anew.
She left the sheild of the tent
What fun is an umbrella in the rain?
Three tables dripped with water
And she sat across from them.
On the ridge next to the fountain to watch.
Next to her shoulder, moss hid under the cracks from the rest of the wet world
The green lush was a harsh cloud under the cement
Hiding Still Stagnant
And still alive.
A single hair danced in the wind, still attached to the adhesive deteriorating from the sides of the cement
Who's hair?
Who was there before her
What were they seeing?
A young girl sitting with a young boy
As he inched closer to her, and she moved away to the powerful fountain.
Maybe a young child
Striving to reach one of the flowers surrounding the bath
To give to his mother before she scolds him for defiling the city's property.
An old woman
Sitting to catch her breath, resting her coat on the side of the fountain because as the sun rose higher it was much too hot to keep it on even her shoulders.
One flower reached away from the dirt
As if trying to get out
Nothing could stop the flower. Nothing worthwile.
Movement caught her eye
A family consolidated underneath the tent.
Two young ones kept the three old ones on their toes
Not wanting to intrude as they shared a bag of popcorn she looked back to the fountain.
She concentrated on the water.
The way it was thrown upward before gravity forced it to fall back
And splash into the pool.
The splashes were the most difficult to concentrate on
Impossible to focus
So much chaos
Constant chaos.
But the top of the mainspring was spectacular.
As she watched the water come, and come and come
A never ending supply
Always growing, yet never going any where
She could see faces.
She saw little bodies struggling to get atop the others
All for one, but one was all.
Beautifully depressing, and she felt inspired.
A scream of a young girl startled her from her trance
Her neck reflexively snapped to the call
Two tiny feet happily jumped and trotted through puddles
Away from her brother
Spilling popcorn along the bricks.
As the three old ones avoided her stare she wondered
When did people get so touchy about meeting each other's eyes?
She looked across to the three leaky tables.
A single drop to the floor
Followed by another
And another
And another
But no drop is the same.
Different water gathers
Together at one spot, mixing
Before falling.
The three tables all the same,
Gather and fall.
Over and over,
Sometimes faster
Some slower.
Entrancing
But she still looked away to the fountain.
The mother and girl walked past
Around the fountain.
She watched her laugh with her child.
What does it mean to love your own?
The mother screamed and ran from the girl with two arms outstretched
One to the girl, one to the boy running in the street.
She scolded him.
He looked to the ground.
She looked to the two older ones under the tent
Eating their popcorn.
As the family joined hands to cross the street and leave the fountain she stood up.
Her own mother waved her over, towards the small chocolate shop.
She walked on, without turning to say goodbye.