The Truant

The Truant Trying to flee Christmas I opened a wrong door and fell from sky into a glossy stygian lagoon, swam to its northern shore and saw trees dismal graveyard, petrified and silent trunks lit up by hazy moonlight. I walked to the lake’s eastern shore and witnessed the easy birth of a day; a deer chastely drank blue water when a brown bear came out of the forest attacking me. I jumped into the lake the bear too jumped in, a better swimmer, but as it was going to catch me, I ducked, swam up behind it, mounted the beast- like a cowboy- and gripped my fingers on the liberal skin folds of its fat neck. Howling angry the bear swam in circles but couldn’t shake me off, when it beat swam for shore I let go, the poor brute crawled ashore and tired scuttled into the woods. I followed a barely visible track and came to a town where kind people gave me food (hotcakes, honey and bacon,) a bath and a bed in a green room. I slept for days, but when asked where I came from, could only tell of a deer and a bear as my only memory. To be an embryo inside a celestial dream feels fine while I plan the newness of my life.