At first, I was not even aware of the boat. It was just there, like the air, my breathing
and other faces. It just was. As I got a little older, of course, I became
more aware of my surroundings. I was
learning, growing and interacting with others.
At some point I was shown where the life preservers
were. We had drills and had to try them
on. You know, just in case…
The older I became, the more I was exposed to the elements
and the hazards of the journey and the more important the life rings seemed to
be.
In my teenage years you couldn’t tell me anything. I ran up and down the deck, I played with things
that were foreign to me, I had no care in the world, I was just going to sail
on forever.
As I grew older, I ran less, I played less and enjoyed
different things than when in my youth. I was becoming more and more aware of
the ship. It was creaking more now than
it did. The rails were showing wear and
it’s sails no longer had that crisp snap whenever the wind changed direction.
The other faces I knew seemed to take on a seriousness I had
not noticed before. Sailing into the
wind became a chore. Skipping off to
distant islands no longer had the appeal it once had. I was content to sit on deck in the warm sun.
Suddenly, new faces were coming into the picture. Faces with titles, like doctor, and
surgeon. Faces even more serious than
before.
The ship is taking on water, they said. I was not familiar with many of the words they
were using. “You shouldn’t sit out in
the sun anymore, and those life rings won’t work for someone your age. They are for children.”
I was suddenly aware that I was not going to just sail on
forever. I would be going off to join
those faces I no longer saw around the ship.
I found myself paying closer attention to things I could grab onto,
things that would float.
Even the conversations I was having with the other faces on
deck had taken on an eerie feeling. I
was heading into a fog bank, no idea what lay ahead. What used to be the gentle
rocking motion of the boat, now had me reaching for the rails, just to study
myself.
I wasn't sure I liked where this was headed.
1 comment:
Yep - I know what you mean......especially when I am the oldest one on the ship! These days I am calling myself the matriarch but perhaps barnacle would be better!!
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