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Thursday, January 28, 2010

Home Again Continued

It was at this point that Merriam lost herself in a way that had never happened to her before. With each pinch and pull and every break, she forgot everything: who she was, where she was, and how much time had passed. The world moved away and the movement of the plastic clay had taken over. She worked each color diligently, taking in the qualities of clay as it moved; learning its capabilities. Eventually she was caught up in how perfect the spheres of clay would become if she rolled it between her palms in a specific pattern and with a certain pressure. She continued to do this with small bits of each of the colors until all of the clay was used up and lined up in perfect little spheres across the TV tray. She spoke to the spheres saying things like “ You are so perfect. I think I have seen you around the neck of a fine lady as she gracefully moved around a dance floor.” or “ What a fine group of black balls. You would fit nicely in a large musket.” She did this for an uncomfortable amount of time (uncomfortable for you and me but it was perfect for Merriam.) As she did this she would pick up the spheres between her fingers and roll them gently as she praised each one for there fine qualities of existence. As she did this her feet moved and danced as if she were a fine lady gliding across a dance floor, except her dance floor was the wood floor of her living room, and her ballroom was contained under the canopy of a decorative TV tray.
Slowly Merriam became tired and she lay on her side, head resting on the arm of the sofa. She removed her glasses and, through the blurriness of her poor vision and of oncoming sleep, she stared at the colors on the tray until the inevitability of slumber won out.

1 comment:

  1. Some sun for you....

    You are my 'book' for the weekend, have a good one x