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I
think we all know the scene of the locomotive pulled train and the hissing
When
it’s pulling into the station
Ripping through the thick white fog as arrives
on the platform
Waiting impatiently to roar into the distance,
And if
not from personal recollection, perhaps from a film, or a cartoon
Let’s
induce us with this vision, sit and be still for a moment,
Watching
it roll in.
The train
stops in a little village, the fresh snow is still covering the ground
though it has warmed up
I hold
my grandfather’s hand as he lifts me into the cabin, and follows
We
choose seats in the second suite and sit by the window, so we can see the
countryside that will roll by, seated across from one another
The
long planes of freshly grown grass are starting to move and become one single
lime green line
I wait
patiently until my grandfather puts his crossword puzzle down, always filing it
out in pen, realizing just the right moment to inject a story
My
ears, if they could, would perk up as if a dog is listening to the sound of the
wild.
The
moving train car is the perfect place to conduct a “tale-tell”
And if
you knew my grandfather, it unfolds effortlessly, like melted butter onto a
toast
By now
I have forgotten how nervous I was at first boarding the train,
Now
only paying attention to the deep steady voice that’s leading me into far away
lands
Into a
place where its people invented paper,
I sit
on the edges of the pyramids, breathless,
I am
seeing Cairo through my grandfather’s eyes
Effortlessly
in love with life, and all it takes is a “tale-tell”
The
words unroll as if a film was shown on a big bright wall in front of me
My
grandfather, with each pause, touching his beard, as if the rest of the story,
Was
embedded between the hair strands, and with each touch more of it was released.
Secret
tale drawers he must possess, in there I think,
Another
touch, another magnificent unveiling of a detail,
Which
brings me closer to invading reality
Of the
land in mention,
When
suddenly, the door of the car opens, and
The brisk
air punches you in the face, almost alarmingly when you open the door and are
greeted with white plains everywhere.
During
this Holiday Season and every other time of the year
May you also tell or hear a tale,
To or
from a friend, to a loved one, to your family
Perhaps
sitting around a fire pit, tell a tale.
Let
the magic unfold, and never disappear.
It’s
the season of the tale-tell.
HAPPY
HOLIDAYS 2013