Too Big Shoes

18/04/2012

Long black hair glistening as if washed everyday in fresh rain water flows down to the small of her back as jaded emerald eyes peer out with a cryptic innocence from beneath windswept bangs, emphasizing the jocund smile dancing across her lips.

Our eyes meet for a moment, and as she turns in a direction away I stare. Her diminutive, graceful presence with each step she takes, towards my heart,  is glorified by her form fitting dress of what my coarse knowledge of gentility can only presume is a fine Italian silk . My eyes follow, transfixed to the green – almost black in certain lights – fabric which is so thin it teeters from just a hair’s breadth of being transparent.

There’s a child at her hand, but the little furby  is unimportant. What matters is how her lightly tan skin glistens in the pale glow of the evening sun, as the cascading rays are prismed off the reflective surfaces of her dress; for woven into it are leaf-like patterns made from embroidery of seemingly silver threads, most obviously accenting her airy mass.

A smile traces itself upon my lips, curling at the corners as my gaze blessedly continues with its affixation. Just as I take my first steps to follow her, something repressingly tugs from the back of my mind. If I followed, what would society say? What would Queen Victoria think? What would Elizabeth feel? Society was composed of fools, and the good queen has been dead a hundred years, besides in the light of this denizen of heaven Elizabeth pales.  Humility after all, urges that I humbly accept what beauty the governing cosmos has seen fit to afford me.

With a whispered note of gratitude for the alignment of the celestial forms that rule my fate, I prepare myself to follow. Roughly I comb my matted hair with a calloused hand. Then by bringing my proletariat phalanges to my face, and breathing upon their cupped collective  to check my breath, I steel myself. With a nod of satisfaction, I move forward. Aiming my left foot with the precision of a sniper, I begin to touch the pavement before me,  when I lose my balance and trip.

Damn these too big shoes.