A Tear In The Wind

A Tear In The Wind
by Julian DeWees
It didn’t occur to me at the time, but the sky jostled as if a mid forties moving picture.  As the tripod observed our family portrait in the back yard, it observed a tear in the wind.  It’s lens focused on us and all around us without our knowing of what it was truly seeing.  On closer observation of this lost event in time, my heart and mind collided.  Playing it over and over, frame by frame, it became clear to me.  The foggy, almost ghostly images hanging above my then close family of twelve rippled as if submerged within an overflowing basin.  The images then began smiling broken smiles and laughing hollow gusts of wind which bent the willows by the lake.  It did not occur to me then, but it occurred to me now as I focused forward attention on the blood spots that were numerous among the padded walls.  The frames in that image in time clicked as I finally realized what had happened.  And it was all beyond anything I could have ever controlled.  At that moment of realization I smiled.  Tears ran down my face and the lights for the night were snuffed.  Bared in, collected and calm, on the corner of my cell amongst the undulating complexions sloshed forth by a simple tear in the wind.