A Metaphoric Unity Arielle
LaGuerre
There once was a
Third Place Winner
--
man who Hved
mountains of Tibet. He was
far
in his thirties;
up
in the mystical
and
at first
he had a
black mustache. But I'm not particularly interested in his black
mustache. I'm more interested in the time in which he
handsome, white beard. quiet and patient
man
like to call him Father Time.
I
He
living so close to nature.
now has a He was a
built a cabin
own two hands and washed them in his nearby lake. He the only human in those vast mountains; except for me. When he had a black mustache, he also had the privilege of with a woman who he found beautiful. And when she left,
with his
was indeed being he
left
also-forever, externally, and internally.
change
in
mood,
personality,
It
started with a
and eventually an eccentric variation
of his skin; his wrinkles multiplied and eventually, with enough isolation, his eyes held a reborn soul; both younger and older. There was something in his darkened complexion that in the shade
counter-acted the passage of time.
adore
.
.
and now.
.
.
I've
grown
to
it.
You might be wondering, "Who lives in the
mountains?" Well,
the past couple years now.
I
I
care.
cares about this
man who
I've been watching
reside right
him
for
above him, taking advan-
tage of the perfect aerial view above his cabin. With his interesting
smell and saccharine, temperate movements,
He
doesn't rush the day.
him
plant peppers I
and
He makes
com and
is
eternal;
I I
grew
to love
lay there
him.
watching
potatoes in his small, gated garden.
have a feeling he would
feeling that he
use of it.
he can
cause he sees and he knows; he
live
fly; is
without any grub.
he can die
if
I
have a
he chooses, be-
a brick wall; his heart
is
as light
open and warm as a furnace. He have reached a foreign pinnacle of
as a strand of angel's hair but as
must be
eternal.
He
appears to
making him resemble a Greek god. Therefore, I must know. I must know more about this man. He walks barefooted among the fallen leaves. He seems so untouchable. Untainted. A drop of concern falls from my eye.
tranquility. .
.
.
.
