Snow and The Inconsolable Guilt Regarding Phytoplankton
Currently I buoy myself along
with the sensation of feeling
really rather wretched having had to awaken
to the white sight of
snow!
You must understand
a drab, dreary disdain
blankets my every direction.
A creeping, callous cold has
found a way into my anatomy.
Without any form of exaggeration
it has chilled me right to freezing point.
A freezing point I might add
felt mostly in one place -
My tushie.
Yes,
My bum.
My butt.
My bottom.
My backside.
My posterior.
A most unpleasant sensation
to say the very least.
“The Sun, The Sun,
I simply must chase the sun.”
This all knowing thought
screams it’s way into my already
nastily nippy day.
Hurrying to the window
I notice the sun and the clouds.
The pair,
currently knee deep
in a rigorous skirmish,
the sun shoots
a warming ray.
The clouds swarm
shrouding the ray
much like a
bloom of algae
covering my favorite pond
suffocating my family of fish
extinguishing all hope.
Last summer
I ladled and scooped
(until my hearts content),
all of that organism type algae.
Ladled, scooped (weapons of mass destruction),
right up out of the water
displacing
every last minuscule algae cell from it’s very own
reality of living.
Oh dear!
I believe I may have
murdered -
that algae.
What right do I have to
decide the fate of
millions of microscopic,
single-celled phytoplankton?
Well of course,
much research was present post the murderous act of
the poor algae family.
I endured living with
pent up guilt for months on end
so yes of course
I can still recall the name of these
now dead algae named
Phytoplankton
Oh hang on -
my head is screaming again
“don’t look back in regret.”
Quite true.
One must never even dare to
look back and question
for the past ceases to exist
it is the here, the now
we must keep our focus.
Moving right along
to rid myself of the cold no less,
the guilt will remain for a time indefinite.
Gather up courage I must.
Head for the shed.
A simple ladder my target.
Shouldn’t be too hard if I
hot tail my little butt -
(which I might add
is now being bitten
exceedingly hard by the
the very thing I hold in the most
antipathy - the cold)
- fast as I can muster
through the waist deep snow
Argh!
“Baby it’s cold outside”
I half sing
half scream
and another half I wail,
sounding much like what I imagine
a giraffe birthing twins would sound.
No longer can I feel my face
in this glacial torment!
I must not dilly dally,
don’t want my bits to fall off as
a result of frostbite
locating my bits again
may indeed be an impossibility
in this deep white ice
and also
however would I reattach?
The ladder -
there it is!
Drag the ladder outside I do.
Best bet for now -
Wait.
Yes wait,
for the swarm of clouds to
dissipate.
No ladle, no scoop, not this time.
Cannot have any more
MURDER!!!
on my conscience
this lifetime.
“Tra la, la
Tra la lair,
I have a cold bum
It ain’t really fair”
Sing whilst I wait,
notice I do the birds fly far and wide
did my voice do that?
Encourage the birds to scutter away
from my murderous voice?
Hmmm -
Eyes glued, stuck, cemented,
to the sky
a simple parting
of the clouds
my only request.
There it is
BAM!
Clouds lift.
Sun shift.
Quick!
Literally shoving the ladder
with my mightiest might
in the direction
of the soon to be encapsulating
golden warmth.
I climb aboard the sunbeam
walk my way up to the sun
turn around and drop my pants
to warm my little bum.
* You can go back and sing that last stanza right there if you like - gives a lovely effect.
Ahhhhh -
warm tushie.
Life
can once again
return to normality
There really is nothing
quite like a warm bottom.