By: Lillie G.
An old tale tells of a lady who wanders the earth.
The Lady Who Knows Everything.
A beautiful lady who has found every answer,
And all that was ever sought.
And here I am,
Lost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind.
Day after day, I search.
I search with little hope, knowing legends don’t exist.
But when all else has failed me,
When all others have turned away,
The legend is all that remains – the last dim star glimmering in the twilight sky.
Until one day, the wind ceases to blow.
And I fall and fall, and fall even more.
Gentle as a feather,
A dry quill, expressionless.
But a hand catches me, between the thumb and forefinger,
The hand of a beautiful lady.
I look into her eyes and find no end to her gaze.
The Lady Who Knows Everything knows what I am thinking.
Before I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice,
“I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.”
“There is no meaning.”
“There is no purpose.”
“And we seek the impossible.”
“I am not your legend.”
“Your legend does not exist.”
And with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up a gust of wind.