Robes, Ruins and Rainbows

As it does, the arrival time on our Ubers marched backward to its own beat. More appropriately, however, it was very much like the “cha cha cha”. Two steps forward, one step back. The silence was heavy and the tensions were dense. The dinner table morphed into an interrogation table. Time was marching to a deadbeat drum getting nowhere, but wearing inevitable expiry, much like the life-size frame seated across me.

Dressed in robes white and black, my sister and I waited to be transported to a destination we had both labored for. The stark contrast spoke of no homes like the horrified scratch of white chalk against a blackboard. I too did what teachers do, for the sake of awareness, warning, and education. I asked the white robe where it was taking my sister. Not only did I allow it, I asked for the white robe to write on my black robe and even volunteered my tassel for comfort.

While was barely audible, her chords had been silenced by smoke. Upon further investigation, though a squirter gets flipped, gusts of sharp exhales wound up the fusion in the air and shortly a storm was born. While facing black directly, pale cheeks facing rosy cheeks. She was resentful and mad, she banged her wrist and pointed to all contributors. The storm of her anger swallowed everyone in and in the vicinity of our hearts. We all let it get there far.

We walked down the same drive away under pouring rain, then shifted our weights to two different cars facing opposite directions. The sun let our way so our tears managed to stay hidden only briefly. The sun and rain birthed a rainbow somewhere, a rainbow directing to a pot of gold. Gold was of no interest to me today, pot was of no interest to her, no more.

Closed eyes can’t witness ruins. So we blindfold ourselves with empty reasons. We silence our questions with false consolations, and we allow merely, worthless but patent parasites to hollow out trees we planted with our seeds. mountains made of some sisters do not make up for mins made of others. embrace the whites more than the blacks, they need the warmth, the acknowledgment, and the attention much more, right now!