Has it been a week already?
It’s time for them to go.
Not so soon, I selected the buds with infinite care, arranged them in this divine vase, and I changed the water every morning and evening.
Look at the water now. All clouded and dirty.
Already? Look! The sweet-smelling sap from cut stalks oozed a certain interesting cloud into the transparent clarity only afforded by plain water, before its sojourn in the vase came to a satisfying end.
Hmmm. The stems are black now, have lost all firmness, are limp, ready to give up.
But look! The flowers are now in full bloom, opening into pristine white clouds to reveal the sun nestled inside. A glorious burst of white against the cool blue walls, they were the conversation piece of the evening. Did you hear them wax eloquent? You didn’t ? I see. What were you doing? Come to think of it, I haven’t seen much of you this evening.
Never mind. The flowers have to go. Maybe the vase as well. It looks old, The copper has lost its sheen. At least get it polished. And that grotesque china plate, I insist on it being removed, or I shall have break it, maybe accidentally, you know.
What! The plate! The fish swims eternal circles, patterned on fine china, the artist’s flair for capturing movement in a rigid state is legendary.
I’m sure, in an artist’s world, anything is possible.
Maybe china is fluid, taking on the movement of its maker’s wheel.
What defines our understanding these days? It is incomprehensible, really!
Well, the artist certainly knew how to breathe life into his work. He also knew how to ensure they lived, these living things, I mean. As you know, all living things grow…
Aren’t little ones taught that in rudimentary science class? It’s been some years, but I confess to a little remnants of knowledge…
Don’t interrupt. So, the fish grows and continues downward in its search for the depths where it can submerge itself completely, to merge and lose itself in the union between depth and understanding. Do you follow?
Do you even understand my artistic sensibilities?
Maybe! Can I leave now?
Hold on. Oh, this is so frustrating. You are as elusive as…
Enough! See, now that the water is changed, the petals fall off, ripe and satiated.
Yes, they thrived, their pure life in the garden was done and a sophisticated but transient life, in exalted company, awaited them. Sadly, it is time now for them to lose themselves in the larger order of things.
The larger order?
Where are you going? Listen to what I thought of, just now. It is rather clever! Allowed one last burst of colour, bloom, dear ones…
Straining at your seams, you are allowed but one bout of flirting with the setting sun, one last desperate fling…
Ooh! Interesting. Desperation.
One last attempt to capture fleeting attention, one last longing look at the mirror, one last breathless breath,
Oh good Lord! Breathless breath!
One last bow to your reflection, for everywhere you look, you see yourselves mirrored in astounding similarity.
This one moment is yours…
Dear Lord take me away!
…before you call it a day, the blue walls a perfect foil to your beauty, we are only too aware of our mortality,
I’m only too painfully aware of these moments that don’t seem to end, my dear!
They speak to me- Listen! ‘Take a look at our stalks rotting in clean water, while on the surface, the race is on, who can bloom the largest, stay fresh the longest…and then maybe we can call it a day!’
I’ll drink to that! Let’s call it a day!