Author: uberbudgie





I was in Central California, sitting on a ditch

near an orange grove that overlooked a sizable irrigation canal, with the hot, dry air or summer

prickling my skin as I stared long into the deep,

dark water. Then I looked up and across, and

it was the desert on the other side.



Across the canal, bare to the waist, was

a women I had a crush on when I was

younger, (still have a crush on), who I've lost contact with some years ago. She'd been

very upbeat when I knew her, but now her

face was fixed in a scowl and she was digging

lines into the sand with a large tool that

resembled a large rake and a garden spade

at the same time. The tool was made out

of some strange type of metal, and crooked,

as if forged by hand.



She was looking at the sky, squinting, and

then making very calulated movements on

the ground with her tool, almost in a 'triangle'

yoga asana when she looked into the sky.



I had no idea what she was doing there,

and was concerned she'd burn from the sun.



I called her name and she ignored me, then

I asked when she was up to, and she told me

the the world was ending in ten minutes and

she had a lot of work to do. Something in her

voice made me realize she was the one ending

the world.



I was not so much upset at the world ending,

it was more like there was so much to do

that wouldn't get done and I wanted to be

held and told that everything would be OK.



But I knew that wouldn't happen, and wept.

And I stared at the sky, wailing, waiting for

the Earth to end, knowing she wouldn't

change her mind, that I'd meet the end of

the world by myself on the other side of the

canal.

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