Marching Season

Marching Season (this post is from an old journal and I just had to share it on Blue Cordelia) For nearly a century she has participated in marching season. Today she will not be the to celebrate the protestant fight in Northern Ireland for religious freedom. She will at last be truly free from all of man's inhumanity to man. She has seen many a protestant kill a catholic and vice versa. It has never made any sense to her... She watches her skin float up into the ray of sunlight in the window, like dust particles. She know her body is disappearing. She hears soft footfalls and whispered conversation. These are the by-product of leaving and old world and arriving into the only new one. As a little girl she would sit in the sunlight in her bedroom and try to catch floating dust particles. Now she realizes perhaps this was a lesson in leaving. It is very easy. She would like to tell her loves ones so but they have not learned the floating lesson.