Sometimes I feel as though there are two me's, one coasting directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods when she's supposed to nod and says what she's supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams.. Most of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice the split, but sometimes it feels as though I'm two whole different people and I could rip apart at any second.
Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood.
Could it be that this house is haunted?I'm face to face with shapeless shadow, Though I stand alone. Could it be that there's a presenceInside this house, Besides my own?The garden fades from green to grey, The fading focus of Goodbye.I let out a sigh.I swallow the urge to cry. Out of this house and onto the street.. Vacant, empty spaces in the faces I meet. Anywhere on earth, Any time of day, The echoed sound of all I say, Of all I hear and in all I see.. Shadows, Phantom faces, Not haunting places. Haunting ME.
The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond.... We watched in silence at the beauty and grandeur of the great fish. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Cico hold his hand to his breast as the golden carp glided by. Then with a switch of his powerful tail the golden carp disappeared into the shadowy water under the thicket.