There are two prompts for this week’ s Līgo Haibun Challenge:
“And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.” ― George Carlin
“Perfect order is the forerunner of perfect horror.” ― Carlos Fuentes.
There’ re times when it’ s all about silence, moon and something more…
I still remember the strong scent of lilacs, like being almost caged in the sultry summer air that night. Sand, looking pitch black, still radiated afternoon heat in waves around my feet. I had walked for hours but maybe it was much less – any sense of time had disappeared and I wanted all of my senses had gone with it. I didn’ t want to see or hear, I didn’ t need to think and I tried not to feel. Squatting on the ground at the pond, I wrapped arms around knees, trying to protect myself…from what? The world seemed so usual but empty and big. Too big.
Yesterday was different. Things had happened according to the plan, they said, and we believed. I did. We weren’ t allowed to enter the room so soon after the operation but could see him through the window. With all the little tubes he looked like from another galactic and so…elusory. The tall, broad – shouldered man my grandfather was, even with the tentacles of disease trying to take over his body, still always having a smile for everyone and a place for me on his lap. One of the safest places on the earth, though my childhood was already long forgotten. But there…it felt like almost something mystical in the ward had torn away everything he use to be, leaving him only with peace. Very illusory one. We returned next morning and they assured us everything was the way it was supposed to be, that there was no need to come back before the evening. And we would have if only there wasn’ t a phone-call, the one you never expect to receive.
I nursed my grief as the night embraced everything in the dark veil. Lights went out one after another, and the town had gained its peace. The moonlight was all there was left – like the last breath, still reaching out for life. My heart was howling.
tears disappear in moonlight
fragility of life