thebeginning

The Beginning

I sat in my parked car, behind that
of a family returning from
a picnic, or something with food and
coffee, a thermos flask. There was a
fabulous looking girl, and while the
parents put the things back in the car
she gave me a glimpse which I returned
with more interest than any bank.

There was a younger man who clearly
was not her brother, the way he touched
her with his eyes, the way he talked. His
movements reminded me of a grey,
steel desk with drawers. The parents had
died some time ago, were well groomed, got
into the car, put their seatbelts on.

Then, then, just before she opened the
car door, another glimpse. The hot glow
of her mouth right there, in my hands, and
that even bigger miracle of
the wind lifting her skirt, lifting all
darkness in the world for a second.