Especially Relative

Grass gently waves to the wind, and a whoop sounds company’s jubilation, answering with hallow wood.

On top of silence, the distant chatter of birds. One chases the other, oblivious of purpose, lets itself become the game. Desire gleams in its eyes, and she, the gleam, becomes desire objectified, personified, cast in glory and God incarnate. Their attraction binds the world together and, to be bound again, pushes it part, pulls life along.

Beneath the stillness roots tap back in time, deep into Earth’s memories. The past decomposes and feeds the life that flourishes above, and the flora and fauna thistles and bristles with critters in congregation.

Slithering through the foliage, a snake parts the threaded leaves and hugs the ground. Its scales reflect the speckles of sun sifting through the branches, the eyes stare blankly forward, the tongue tastes the humid air. A scent. Desire. Bite.