Fly Fishing in the Desert
I haven't been writing of late. Maybe I have been writing, but not on paper. My brain is looking like an ugly doodle now with no clean space for new words. It made sense some time ago, now it looks like lots of ants gone nutsy. So I had to turn to paper...Internet. Whatever.
It rained in my desert and there came a rising tide that flooded all the sand dunes. For many days the waters poured down from the sky like Heavens dam was avenging itself on the world. Like a huge sigh that would not drawn air in until its previous burdens were lifted. And so the raindrops came thrashing down with mighty winds. And unperceptive bastards we are, we thought it was nice weather. Who knew that some small angel had had his wings broken and had fallen to earth in a mighty heap.
And as it rained, God stirred the sands much like an old woman does with her wheat, sifting the clean, finer bits from the rough. God sifted the desert made a trough that filled with water for a lake that ran into the sea. And as I sat looking, hordes of fish came swimming from the sea, flying, leaping, walking into the lake. They inhabited the place that was forsaken. And as the fish were coming it rained some more and suddenly there grew a old oak tree, whose branches began spreading deep into the earth. They went in for miles and miles, and somewhere on the other side of the earth a deep blue whale, for no reason whatsoever, felt a wooden poke on its belly as she lay sleeping on the ocean bed. 'Strange,' she thought, 'what's happening to this world.'
An old bird was passing by and remarked to itself that the desert here keeps changing every three months. 'Every time I fly for the season something new is staring at the sky. Those clever shaikhs. They know how to manage the desert,' he thought.
So what was I to do? With so much activity either I could have lit a fag and sat down for a contemplative minute OR I could have taken out my fishing rod and fished me a marlin.
I took out my old fishing rod, put on my gum boots, baited some old worms from my skeleton closet and took out a cigarette from the packet (just in case an opportune minute presented itself) and head out.
And then suddenly the brazen sun showed and scared all those clouds away.
I had a feeling things might not end as I had planned.
It rained in my desert and there came a rising tide that flooded all the sand dunes. For many days the waters poured down from the sky like Heavens dam was avenging itself on the world. Like a huge sigh that would not drawn air in until its previous burdens were lifted. And so the raindrops came thrashing down with mighty winds. And unperceptive bastards we are, we thought it was nice weather. Who knew that some small angel had had his wings broken and had fallen to earth in a mighty heap.
And as it rained, God stirred the sands much like an old woman does with her wheat, sifting the clean, finer bits from the rough. God sifted the desert made a trough that filled with water for a lake that ran into the sea. And as I sat looking, hordes of fish came swimming from the sea, flying, leaping, walking into the lake. They inhabited the place that was forsaken. And as the fish were coming it rained some more and suddenly there grew a old oak tree, whose branches began spreading deep into the earth. They went in for miles and miles, and somewhere on the other side of the earth a deep blue whale, for no reason whatsoever, felt a wooden poke on its belly as she lay sleeping on the ocean bed. 'Strange,' she thought, 'what's happening to this world.'
An old bird was passing by and remarked to itself that the desert here keeps changing every three months. 'Every time I fly for the season something new is staring at the sky. Those clever shaikhs. They know how to manage the desert,' he thought.
So what was I to do? With so much activity either I could have lit a fag and sat down for a contemplative minute OR I could have taken out my fishing rod and fished me a marlin.
I took out my old fishing rod, put on my gum boots, baited some old worms from my skeleton closet and took out a cigarette from the packet (just in case an opportune minute presented itself) and head out.
And then suddenly the brazen sun showed and scared all those clouds away.
I had a feeling things might not end as I had planned.
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