Dawn. It waits.
Sunlight creeps into the room. It slowly opens an eye, senses the other's presence,
closes eye. It is warm. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE- It feels the other stir, get
up, move close by, leave. CLICK! Light, more warmth soaks in, blood flows.
It moves onto a rock, closer to warmth. Stop! The other is back, close, on
top, all over.
Hey Ickey! Here's your breakfast.
Up goes the top, in comes a hand, out goes the plate. It remains still, hears
the shredding, smells the lettuce. Back comes the plate, heap of green. The
other shuts the lid and rustles about the room.
There you you go buddy. Now, I want you to eat it all. OK?
More rustling about, the other leaves, shuts door. Silence. Warmth. It slowly
slides off the rock and crawls toward the lettuce. Fresh, wet smell of food
as It snaps up each shred and swallows. Satiated, It dips into the water, wets
scales. Out and back to the rock to nap. Wet, warm, dry.
Awake, it is time. It looks at the clock, 10:00 AM. Good. It double-checks
and feels for any other presence nearby. None. Off the rock and up the branch.
At the top, It braces Its tail and pushes on the screen lid, sliding it to
the side. Patiently, through the opening, out the cage, onto the bed, then
the floor. Slowly, across the floor, under the door. It looks around, alone.
Cautiously, down the stairs to the table. Checks clock on VCR, 10:30. Perfect.
Crawls to the remote control. Push, on goes the TV. Push, push, it tunes into
CNN; worldwide poverty, threatening wars, drugs, AIDS. It feels some sympathy
for humans and the other who gives It food, but not much. Self-wrought, and
so, deserved. Must be human emotions cloud rational thought. It watches, learns,
wonders. Sees clips of Michael Jordan in sports segment. Push, turns to M TV,
basks on the energy of the music. Mmmm, good biorhythms, if humans only knew.
Feels movement, senses for a presence, none, looks. A roach, jump, lunch. Licking
Its lips, It crawls on the couch and out the window through the clipped screen.
Soaking in the sun and the music. Ahhhh, It slips away into other levels of
consciousness. It slides into Itself, out to the presence of the ultimate,
the All. Overwhelmingly All, and It nothing in comparison, but a part of the
All. The All is a part of everything and it is a part of the All. It is the
All, nirvana. It bathes in the waters of everything. And is nothing, but a
drop of water from which to bathe. In to out. Infinite, ultimate, glorious
It senses another presence!
The other is riding up with a fellow human. In window, up on table. Hears the
two talking at the front door. TV off, off table, up stairs. The front door
opens, under door, voices and steps on stairs. On bed, on cage, voices at door,
quick and quiet, slides back lid, the door is opening, voices.
See, here's my iguana, the Ickster.
Does he do anything?
Naw, he pretty much just sits there. (Inwardly, It smiles.) But, he's pretty
neat, I like him.
Boo!... Man, he didn't even move. How boring can you get? What a waste of money!
Yeah, yeah. I've heard it all before. Come on, let's let him be. He likes to
hang out by himself.
The two leave and close the door. It breathes a sigh of relief. Wouldn't do
to get discovered. Best be more cautious. Hears the front door slam. Feels
no presence around. Relaxes. Just learn the other's pattern. So predictable,
humans. Warm, dozes off.
Dusk. Other at desk, typing on computer. It enjoys the music, nice and bluesy.
Absorbs the music. It is happy to be alive, and tired of life. Thinks, reminisces.
Past lives, past reincarnations. All drops of water from which to bathe. It
has had a long life, close to forever. It has seen a lot, remembers more, good,
bad, All. Water, flowing through Its porous body as It reaches out a microscopic
feeler. Interacting with other microscopic organisms. The ancient tortoise.
Slowly, patiently, making Its way from here to there and back. So, simple.
The whoosh of wind as It dove through the air towards Its prey. Flight. Freedom
of body as well as soul. The sharp, stopping pain of a ripping bullet. The
buffalo fell. The old man, hermit, high in the mountains away from humanity.
Looking in to see out, to see the All. The splash of water as It leapt to and
fro with the pod of dolphins. Cold, fresh water. The hot, throbbing convulsions
as It gave birth to a fawn. The joy, the creation of life. Bees vainly biting
at Its bear hide as It stole their sweet, smooth honey. So, sticky.
Yes, It is happy, and tired. The other has moved and now is in bed. It looks
at the clock, 10:50. Almost time. But what is time to It? It doesn't know.
For all It has learned, there is so much more. Questions to answer, answers
to question. All to learn, to learn All. Forever? Maybe one day, and then...
Night. It waits.