Looking West While Passing

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Looking West While Passing

   I was told it approaches from the east; then again, just who can be certain of such things. My friend, who is pure Lakota, assures me so; here I wait. Listening…Apprehensive… It is cold in this evening’s gloaming and as if a metaphor I too am struggling between two blues become indigo and yellows blood oranges as they melt into the horizon.
Then---I heard the first whispered sound which I knew was NOT the wind. And I was startled. I could feel it approaching from behind but, as instructed, I kept my gaze fixed forward. Then came the shocking chill which shot through my body like a burst of lightning and the voice which said, quite distinctly. “I am Ice. We must go…” I couldn’t call it darkness, though there was no light. It was nothingness like what the blind from birth see. “It’s not darkness.” She explained, “With your eyes wide and face in a fixed position, try ‘seeing’ what is directly behind your head… That is what blindness is for the sighted…” “But”, she instructed. Warned? “You are about to ‘see’ much more. 
“Mitakuye Oyasin”, she whispered in reverence. “We are all one…” 

And then it happened. 

And then I was gone. 

Four feathers fell to earth. 

And it is wonderful…


Submitted: June 03, 2021

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