“Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being.”
― Albert Schweitzer
I went outside
when from behind
I heard a rumble and crack
I turned around
to face the sound
but it was only a dustbin.
So I walked again
And I heard again
The rumble and crack
But lo and behold
In front of me rolled
out another dustbin.
The third time I walked
I did not balk
when I heard the thunder rumble,
But then I felt a drop
and another drop
As down the rain
‘Haru! I need to have one of those things!’ cried Noriko.
‘What things?’ replied Haru.
‘I see them all the time, on the television and in magazines, so I know they must exist.’
‘But what are these things, Noriko? I don’t understand.’
‘I’m not sure what the proper name for them is, but I think they are called real life human experiences.’
Haru looked at her curiously.
‘You mean.. living?’ he asked.
‘No, more than that,’ she insisted. ‘You see, there are so many different types of living. I’m feeling a bit tired of my kind. It’s been getting me down lately. I want to try something new for a short while. That’s why I thought maybe one of those real life human experiences might be interesting. After all, I see them everywhere.’
‘Well, let’s go out and find you one then!’ Haru declared. ‘There are lots of them about.’
He looked at his friend expectantly, but Noriko suddenly went quiet and hung her head.
‘What’s the matter?’ he asked. ‘I thought you were excited?’
‘I am.. but.. I’m also worried that I might not be any good. What if I try a real life human experience and I can’t do it? What will happen to me then?’
Haru held Noriko’s hand. He squeezed it tightly.
‘It will be okay,’ he reassured her. ‘I’ll always be here for you. You can teach me a real life Noriko experience instead. How about that?’
‘Yes, we can swap! I promise I’ll find my very best one for you to try.’
Haru laughed too.
‘Who would have thought there was such a thing as a real life human experience?’ he thought to himself.
He was learning new things all the time.
When life begins, who are we?
When we dream, who are we?
When our memories fade, who are we?
If we don’t have a name, who are we?
All this life is making me ill
It urges me on, but I want to stay still.
Today I sat and had a chat with a swan. He was quite a solemn fellow and had no sense of humour whatsoever, but I enjoyed his company very much.
Don’t put off to tomorrow
What you can do today,
Unless it’s that thing I meant to do last week
In which case it can wait..!