They stood together yet apart somehow each aware and unaware Staring into the stream and hearing it breathe and sigh just as the breeze did around them They had come here by fate each by a different path each alone and yet not And each knew this was the moment when they must settle this choice that was not a choice when they must define who they each would be forever “We are vessels, are we not?” Tuco asked After a moment Arlu replied “I think that we are, rather, that which is in the vessel.” she paused, looking still at the slow moving stream Then she looked up looked into Tuco’s eyes, touched his mustache with her glance, lingered briefly before turning back to the stream “We are the water, not the fish.” she said “The fish come and go, we merely go.” She looked over at him stepped over her past With all her effort she would go As with water she would go. |
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RD Savage
01/11/94 © 1994 |