Knowledge and Truth


Monday, umbrellas spoke
feeding him words to live forever
like Eve fed Adam each tasty tidbit
of forbidden fruit, returning a
bite of knowledge, good and evil.
The Impressionist umbrella spoke
of technicolor pills and fireflies,
hinting at love.

Curious for new adventure,
he tasted one juicy pill,
bitterness soon overwhelming
his senses, choking his spirit
then exciting him all over again.
The spinning webs of deceit
dazzled him, flying out of reality
one moment, letting go the next,
then painful constriction.

He walked across a field to clear his head,
longing for the calm intensity of the firefly
he glimpsed for a moment during that
last emotional hallucination.
And then she landed on his shoulder
spreading her wings
healing his wounded spirit, gently.

The umbrellas urged him once more
but he refused any more nightmare
dances preferring the slow waltz
of a firefly across his heart.

Eva Guillot
Nov. 1, 2008