so close, and yet so far – august 14, 2006
August 14, 2006 § Leave a comment
box. it lies in the attic, collecting dust as i stand in a field. all around me, daises, hundreds of thousands of daises. there is a gate, i can see the knob. it’s like my own little secret garden. as i walk up to it the unconscious thought at the back of my mind yells, “you don’t have the key!” it’s true, i don’t’. a rose bush is crawling its way across the door, but the lock remains un-touched. rusted with the years gone by. i’ve finally found my dream, it’s telling me i have to find the key, but how am i supposed to do that? i don’t even know where to begin! there are no clues, no hints, the last the last thing written on the aging paper is, “keep looking, when the time is right, you’ll find it . . .” as i press my hand up against the wood and peel through the keyhole one thought runs through my mind, “so close and yet so far.” i’m touching the door and looking on my dream yet there is a wall. i can’t climb it, i haven’t tired, there’s a little mocking bird repeating what she’s heard from someone, to me, “you can’t go in yet . . . you can’t climb it . . . just wait . . . not yet . . . just wait.” she cooed in her melancholy voice. i don’t even have to hear her words to know, somehow just know, it’s impossible to climb. so close and yet so far . . .