Joy

 

Birds on the line

 When the stakes are high and there is a fine line between dream and fantasy, life and adventure, when you have spent ages sitting on the edge stuck onto the wire waiting for something interesting to fashion out of nowhere, when nothing evades your attention, when you are tired and bored by the drudgery of things, when you want with all your heart to escape - you find something unmistakably filled with joy and rapture and you want to sit on the sunny-side-down hand sure footed and impervious to perturbations and you start to revel in the cheerful smile of your patron, your inspiration and source of desire and you bid them to make yourself a part of their game, you wish to wash away some part of their weariness and cheer them on, to not stop, to touch the finish line, a bit more, little by little, you try to fashion yourself in their image, their infectious joy, their awesome beauty, their freshness and liveliness.

You say you have found everything, you desire for nothing more. You want to become the source of their inspiration, to return the favour. You are a bit uncertain. Can this be so simple and plain? Can the world evade us out of our blindness to the obvious, the pure simplicity of it all?

And you decide to hang on the line a bit more for another day, for another flight, for precision, for another wind perhaps to knock you over, to eliminate all doubts of yourself and theirs, to be sure of their desire to carry you on on their shoulder.