Monday, June 16, 2008

Readership

So this is familial bliss. He thought.

The sun shone off the newly swept wood floors (in the morning it reflected off the birdbath through the window and onto the ceiling, but this was the evening). The old mismatched sofa, love-seat and chair were clear of the usual clutter - laundry and/or toys and library books - the dining room table was cleaned off. His eldest was already in bed, tired out from a day of exploring, swinging and going down the big slide. On the back porch there were a number of containers with soil, surely dead by now earthworms, an eggshell or two, a dead cockroach and a couple of tiny maple trees that had miraculously forced their way out of their respective helicopters. The back porch was swept and the recycling was in its' bins. Mother was on the phone with her mother, and baby boy's thoughtful almond eyes were smiling at the window or the ceiling light; the icons or his papa. He punched and kicked profusely and babbled, the drool bubbling and cascading over an assortment of rolls that belonged to his face, chin and/or torso. His diaper was dry and that was bliss.

Later, walking down a dark alleyway, relaxed and lucid, he remembered all of this with clarity, and returned home again to it, though the shades were drawn and the windows dark. A warm lamp that used to belong to an old friend glowed in the dining room, waiting for him to return. He brushed his teeth, washed his hands, ate a piece of bread and drank a glass of water. All of these things he did within the context of his family. The whole house breathed with them as they slept.

Who were his readers? He had thought that earlier. He had no photo of the fun to share, no fashion tips or celebrity sitings. And now his glass was empty. It was time to sleep.

2 comments:

oiseau21 said...
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oiseau21 said...

This is my favorite one you have written. I have always enjoyed reading your works and also your drawings. Remember when you made those great comics in high school? I always keep up with your works and check your pictures often to see how your life is going. Take care