Some things hold true.
We threw true across the room to see if we could break it.
Some things ring false.
We held ears to bells of falsehood to hear what made them ring.
Time stood still
long enough for us to believe that something better awaits.
Space gave way
to thoughts so deep the whales swam in to see what we were up to.
Fear crept in
and found that it was welcome;
Doubt looked up
and learned that it could laugh.
Gods and muses gathered at the shore.
Who will crack first? they asked one another.
Apart from hairline fissures, no one ever did.
Who are they? asked the prophets.
Nomads, said the dolphins, recently arrived
from a place called Poetry.
What do they want?
Mercury laughed. That’s all?
Gods and muses rummaged in their pockets, tossing out change until the beach glittered.
Will that be enough?
Dolphins scanned the beach and saw there was no end of change.
A school, as one, they nodded.
Three women descended from the hills.
The first woman, Clotho, rolled out a tapestry woven by poetic hearts and words and thoughts and feelings. Gods, muses, and prophets moved in for a closer look.
Audacious, murmured some. Others held their breath. The wisest of the prophets breathed deeply.
Lachesis, the second, measured the cloth for wholeness.
On a signal from her sisters, the third and final goddess knelt beside the tapestry with silver shears.
Atropos cut the thread.
© Elaine Stirling, 2013