Sunday, March 30, 2014

The tree


A tree looks dark in the backlighting. By chance, the image passes in front of me.
I stop and look again, observing...

A robust trunk, pending, seems to struggle while supporting its branches, which are first heavy, then light and thin. A tight web of nerves, like little streams of indian ink, escaping...

There are no leaves; it must be Winter. On the surface, great knots of roots wind around, serpent-like, before disappearing into the ground, which they so tenaciously grasp.

Gusts of wind design waves on the sea of exhausted grasses surrounding the motionless tree.

Sunset shows on the blue sky. Further ahead, where it is already evening, the first stars are rising.

A whitish line of clouds  intersects the pattern of the branches, like an old badly healed wound.

The horizon is clear and seems that it's trying to slice the trunk, which is pushed by the wind always to the same side.

This tree stands out in the smallness of the elements... the only subject without color, but alive, in a cold and hostile world moving towards darkness.

The tree resists and holds the weight of every branch, gradually thicker and stronger,
until the bent trunk which refuses to break.

It will last still another night, patiently and mutely waiting for the arrival of dawn, and later the Spring, when life awakens and Creation once more finds peace with God.




Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Midnight


Going outside, I breathe in the cold night air.
Darkness and silence enter my eyes and my ears.
Far into the night, time advances.
My today is yesterday and tomorrow is today...

A point of light passes, wavering in the dark sky.
How far am I from my world?
Will I ever return there?
I circle around, opening my arms.

Here I am, in equilibrium on the edge of life.
It's midnight, and the middle of my time.
I look back, then ahead.
What was yesterday? What will tomorrow be?



Sunday, March 09, 2014

The climb


In front of that wall of brown earth, the off-the-road vehicle stopped.

It arrived there after its wild race on a smooth track with breath taking curves.
Now, though, there was a difficult vertical climb ahead.

The motor rumbled on at the lowest gear, while it was difficult for the stop lights to be seen in the dust clouds which rose up from the rear wheels.

A short jumping sound was the only sign of shifting the gear.

Soon after, the cylinders began to spin with a loud whirl and a powerful growl rose up from the engine.

With a violent leap, movement, rapid and convinced, began again.

The tires clawed at the track of dry earth, while the vehicle inclined dangerously backward until reaching an un-natural nearly vertical slope.

Near the windshield, the muffler was open and a dense black smoke exited from it, while the roar of the motor got louder, continuing on for kilometers.

Hunks of dirt and stones flew away under the wheels as they made rapid half turns, spinning uselessly while trying to grub the road.

The water in the radiator rose until it created steam, and two threatening mustaches of white smoke appeared on top of the front cooling grill.

The first half of the climb was over.
It was not a given, though, that the rest of the climb would be successful.

If possible, the incline increased, and the danger of a destructive backward roll became hellishly serious.

Then, the movement halted. For seconds, the wheels spun in nothingness, and the auto began to tip to one side, beginning a rotation which, if completed, would lead to the inevitable rolling down to the beginning of the long climb.

With a skillful correction of the wheels, however, the straight line upward was recovered.

The tire treads clawed the earth, finding a web of tree roots to desperately hang onto, and the jeep again began to hoist its weight towards the peak, which seemed to be near: a horizon of earth under a clear blue sky.

Just a few meters more of this exhausting climb, with the motor whirling and gasping, with the first wheel finally passing over the top, then the second one right after it.

With a cat-like leap, the vehicle turned half in the air before finding itself horizontal again on a newly flat terrain.

The whirling tires began to slow, but the motor remained active to circulate the cooling, and steam, making a hissing sound, continued to exit from the radiator cap.

The last pieces of rock rolled down the dug up incline, forming puffs of dust...

Done! Irregular rumbling of the lowest gear by now seemed like a muffled laugh, the car's motor enjoying its successful efforts.

It could have seemed impossible. There were instants when everything appeared to be useless.

Courage and persistence, though, won over it all.