S: Utopia by Cathy Jablonowski
BC: for the love of Laclu
1: Have you ever risen to a day so bewilderingly perfect, so utterly flawless that drawing a breath might make it vanish?
2: The calm silence of the water draws me to its edge. The lake envelopes me slowly with its serenity and the early morning sun warms my core. | My coffee sits cooling and forgotten as I am mesmerized by the ripple less sheath before me.
3: The stillness disturbed only by an occasional bug skimming the surface and settling on a floating paradise close by.
4: Testing the surface with my toe I find it cool, tantalizing, and without realizing, I slip in, cutting the surface solitude and announcing my arrival with a circle of a million tiny pulses. | Out deep in the lake I stop, floating, weightless, frozen in a mirrors reflection.
7: In the distance I see the water parting. The ripples reach me first, then the four tiny downy heads bobbing and skimming as light and soundless as air. If I'm stone still perhaps they will pass close. Pure instinct averts them and they lazily move on, somehow sensing I am not a threat.
8: Fish looking for their morning meal tear the surface open like a small eruption and in that instant I catch a flash of tail that sucks the water down, closing the door to its domain.
9: My eyes capture the soaring grace of an Eagle. His menacing screech matching the spans of his being.
10: Without warning, he plummets, snatches his main course, his ominous yellow claws in blatant contrast to the squirming meal attached.
12: A sad solo from far off makes me shiver. My heart beats in unison with the Loon's haunting mystery lyric. The cry reverberates, seeming to encase me in its melancholy aria.
14: From my blanket of cool wonder I hear the seeds bursting from their pods on shore. The noise, delayed, then amplified, carries as an echo tickling my ears. The fragrance of the Tiger Lilies reach out like fingers, gently caressing me. The petals tremble with the probing of sweet seekers and the hum of nature's business is soothing in the silence.
17: Suddenly this motionless cocoon shudders as it welcomes the delicate touch of the wind. Nature's soundtrack resonates like the birth of a newborn. The water releases me and the wind teases, raising the hair on my arms. The sun scorches the wind, drying the droplets of my experience as they gather at my toes and magically disappear.
19: My mind blessedly free, I can accept no less than an indelible memory of the sensory splendor I have just experienced If this was to be the last day I was ever to open my eyes, no single moment could be more full of beauty.