The fountain of peace

I found a lake once,
in a deep part of the forest
fed by a high waterfall which
shimmered and danced in the light,
it was mesmerizing,
I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

There were iphones, fast cars,
speedboats, 3d television sets,
glamorous lifestyles, guns,
drugs, gourmet meals,
beautiful women, hopes and dreams,
handsome men and as much
sex as you could handle
all tumbling down into the lake.

I spent years on the bank
just sitting and watching it,
wanting it and loving it.

Sometimes something
would float over to where
I could fish it out,
but it always faded and lost it’s magic
once it was on dry land.

It happened again and again
until one day I decided to find out why.
I took my clothes off,
slipped into the water and swam over
to where the waterfall splashed into the lake.

It parted like curtains
as I passed through,
binoculars, rolex watches,
food mixers, compact cameras
and remote controls bouncing
off my head and shoulders as I did.

Behind it there was a dark, damp,
empty cave filled with nothing,
nothing but the sound of the waterfall behind me.

I wanted to leave right away
but it was too late, there was no turning back,
so I pressed on, into the stomach churning blackness.

I spent a long time exploring that cave,
almost as long as I had spent watching the waterfall,
it became my home, my empty home,
the one benefit of the place
was that I never got hungry there
and although I was naked, I never got cold.

Then one day, as I was sitting in the darkness
quietly being with myself, I just fell out the back of it
and rolled over and over onto soft green grass,
into warm sunlight and beautiful birdsong,
then as I looked up, out of the clouds
came a great hand holding a beautiful
golden iphone, and a voice said:

‘Mr Davidson, there’s a call for you.’

fromagreenhill.com