The Veil
The Veil
Reaching out into the distance
To capture the moment
At the grasp of the hand
But so far removed from the experience
Come, join me on the front porch
I want some coffee and bread
That large mug over there is mine
Throw out its contents and wash it for me
It’s old and doesn’t taste good
The bread is not yours
It’s moldy
Put it in a bag and throw it out for me
Did you wash the mug for me?
Yes, I say
Thank you, my dear
Is the pot covered correctly?
Yes, I nod
I want to sit on the porch a while longer
With you
A veil separates me from it
Nini pushes herself up off her black recliner
Her mind roams around the apartment
Her neck turns with curiosity
Bringing forth her alternate reality
A sure distraction to pass her time
She stops by the kitchen and looks around
Like a child for the first time
With a gentle hold of the hand
She comes back to the present
Stove, pots and pans ,dishes, utensils
This is our kitchen I say
Who’s that big o’l’ lady in the kitchen
Is she cooking?
It’s Andrew , I say
Then he must be womanly , she says
I laugh
Marckincia Jean
Narrative
05/14/20
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2020
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