Thursday, May 01, 2008

Angel

Today, I swam with angel fins.

Today, I grinned into the water madly happily and burstingly, and couldn’t suppress the spill of my teeth even when I came up to breathe.

Today, I didn’t notice the bird droppings and insect shells.

Today, I shimmied out of the pool with a song in my heart.

Because, today, I swam alongside a G-shaped angel.

I can’t wait for tomorrow


***

“Angels have fins?” exclaimed my poor friend. It must hurt to not have an imagination.

“Well of course they do”, said I. “They have fins, and gills, and third eyelids, and webbed toes, and horns and scales and powerful tails; wings, and more than four limbs and tiger stripes and leopard spots and toad warts... “

At this point I paused for a breath, and he quickly saw his chance to pipe in.

“What happened to blonde hair, blue eyes, celestial tiaras, halos, harps and plain old dove wings?” he smirked.

Said I: “That’s a very narrow Caucasian anthropomorphic view of angels. Plato said that the true form of anything exists as pure latent potential. And somewhere, really powerful angels must be able to be angelic to every kind of being, mustn’t they? If squids had invented paper before us, we’d be praying to giant ink squirting, water lurking angels for salvation. Na?”

“Stands to reason”, he mused, easily won by the lucid logic of my retort. “You should say something about saving the Earth, you know. Something meaningful about latent potential and multiple perspectives… and species. A common inheritance and such”.

I shook my head sadly “I tried.”

“And?”

“And nothing. All I could come up with were a few rancid opinions on George Reisman’s views. I became too bilious and wretched to think anymore”.

“Never mind” he said kindly, putting an arm around my shoulders. “Let’s get a cassata. And maybe watch tadpoles in the gutter?”

Such an angel. But I didn’t say it. He mayn’t like to see himself like that. Anymore.

16 comments:

B Ditty said...

I'd like to think angels are robots like Marvin...

NanNan said...

And maybe angels have dark hair and like pink pigs??

H said...

Ben dear, Marvin? Hmmm. Interesting. Kind of sweet really. But he makes for a rather depressive sort of angel doesn’t he? Defeats the purpose a bit, hanh? But sure, if that’s your sort of Angel. Mines more pig-like and golden. Sometimes duck-ish.

NaNNNNNN, I’m grinning. With pig fetishes and crushes on ducks and bad hair days and... oh but your angel is beginning to sound like she stands on feeble toes.

Prude said...

LOVED IT!!! :D

Sigh what would we be without an imagination? Did I tell you I always thought of satan as Tall dark and handsome with sharp greek features and a golden compelling voice and a magnetic gaze with an electric tough...sigh let me not get carried away!

I think I shouldn't get so easily floored every time my guy calls me an angel anymore! :P

H said...

Satan, after it completed its four thousand four hundred and forty fourth reincarnation as golem in Tolkien’s popular series, was reborn as the indefatigable media baroness – Ektaji. Distinctly un-Greek, mostly not masculine, though, I'll grant you, with a deeply compelling voice. You had it almost spot-on.

Lizza said...

Fantastic imagination, you have, dear H. You may perhaps be called a brooding angel, but still a lovely one. (Though I think I read somewhere that all angels are masculine, hee hee.)

Anjali Sinha said...

aww. the angel came to you. H hugs

Anjali Sinha said...

aww. the angel came to you. H hugs

H said...

Aww Liz. that's a charming pic. Very 'The thinker'. But masculine! Ha that just a male-cetric view really. Sweet. But GROSSLY INACCURATE. ;-)

Anjjjjjjjieeeeeeeeeee, but whaiiiiii? I'm grinning, but incomprehensively [and perhaps inappropriately.]

Anjali Sinha said...

hehehe we shall meet n discuss the visions of the foretold...

Witness Street said...

Aww sweet! I love the way you led us up to the ending. H, are you turning romantic on me?

H said...

Anj... I can't wait!

Witness darling, it's an affliction, which I'm settling into. Comfortably well, I think. But, you my dear, are not alarmed are you? [*wink*]

Witness Street said...

Oh, why would I be? Each of us have our own neuroses. Yours is to be envied. Should I ask who the angel is, or will you not let me?

(Wink.)

H said...

Hahaha. Oh but of course you may. Privately though. [Another neurosis?] I can't guarantee a satisfactory response, however - given the general unreliability of my head.

Non-Sensei said...

psych. especially the squids squirting.

H said...

NS, hmmm. 'haps.