A New Time...

Many moons have passed since Ocean Hawk saved my life

 

She had followed me from camp

As I made my way by morning’s blue cloak
Attempting my journey
Alone

She has remained with me since

Quiet often

She moved through the mundane with purpose and private enjoyment

            A usual manner

Even smiling at her own recollections as we walked

                        Rarely making eye contact

I hardly spoke

She let me be as I was

Scornful and lonely

A fool 

Until one day

Watching from a distance

Ocean Hawk caught sight of my face as I readied my garments
My brows furrowed in thought
I had been noting a change
An inflammation of sorts around the areola of one of my breasts
It had, over seasons, grown agitated, darker

She walked over

Greeted me with confident eyes

            ‘What do you want?’ I was curt

It was more of a statement than a question

I hoped it would intimidate her
If she noticed my tone, she chose to ignore it

‘What’s with the look on your face?’ She asked 

            ‘I was born this way’ as a matter of fact 

‘I’m serious, what’s goin’ on?’ She chided

Silence

I pulled tight the strings of my bodice

‘Let me look.’

            ‘No’ I flatly replied and hurried myself

She reached inward

Took hold of my wrists
Tore them roughly from my chest

Her stern eyes said everything

She spoke anyway

‘I’m looking whether you like it or not. Try anything and I won’t be so nice.’

She gently drew down the soft fabric and scrutinized

It would’ve been then

The moment when I should’ve struck her against her face
The moment when I should’ve brought my elbow to her temple
But there was no time
No time to do anything before I heard her expel beneath her breath

'Hmm’ Quick, neutral, unrevealing

I shoved her to the ground

Guess she was distracted

Her eyes spat profanities my way

             I didn’t care

            Could only say one thing in that moment

                        ‘For the record, do that again and I’ll kill you.’

She smirked

It turned into a real smile as she rose to her feet

We gathered our things and resumed our travel

‘You need to see someone about that.’ She said 

            ‘I need nothing from you or anyone.’

                                    How great the fool was I?

‘You don’t know this area. You’ll be lost before you realize you’re lost.  Besides, fools die all the time.  Don’t you want to be one that lives?  You’re no spring chick anymore you know.’

             Bitch

            She saw through to my vanity

‘I know someone.  That’s where we’re going.’

I refrained from further objection

The truth being; I was concerned

She continued

‘Oh and for the record…shove me again and I’ll kill you.’
Her face drew into a broad smile
Damn it was authentic

                        Beckoning me each time

                        Moving me in ways not yet understood

I followed

            As I had been since my return from the desert

 

I remain, ever thoughtful of Heartists here, across the Globe

Your struggles
Your enduring nature
Your mindful way
           Are Beautiful
           Beyond tribulation
           Beyond pain
           Beyond all thoughts found outside ourselves forcing an outcome within us

I am humbled, honoured by your Strength
I Thank You

Lesley

Hallelujah Heartist