limbothe blue coastsome placeinbetween two placesthe sea-sidewearing a dress ofpale blue, almost white,slightly turquiose,over a black sackwith a little string of redstrungfrom my breaststomy neck.like a nooseis my saftey net.walking alongthe "promenade"walking along the wallbetween a cliff...and...the expanse ofwhere water meets the sky;enclosure, and freedom...all in one walk.the windhad been blowing hardcarried on it's wings a message:..."he is near"... it whispered.and then...i saw... this man...walking with....noticed him from afar off...he had beenturning around the bend...the curve of the sea-shore,i noticed him instantlycouldn't look awaywatching himwondering at him,in the wayyou would muse at a paintingor a song...there wassomething beautiful and familiarabout this stranger,and at the same timealmost, other-worldlyand yet,of my world.watching until he got too close,looking down as he walked by,too shy to look him in the eye.once hewas at my backthe thought hit me, hard...
"turn, turn, turn, turn around and look at me...turn now...turn...turn now"...i just had to look back.i had to.stareing back...over my shoulder...he was lookingback at meeyes lockedhe had this look on his facei will never forgeti will never forget!that feeling,the reality oftwo worlds colliding.seeing and feeling the impossible!"my world does not fit with yours"...i thought,..."and yet it does! "......"your with your children...your children"...i thought all these things,a flash through my mind.with just one glance.i couldn't even look athis children.just him,i tried to say: "hello" and "goodbye"as quickly as i couldwith my eyes...i tried to say all of this to himwith just one glance."thank-you"it was hard to turn away...andwords are thin...turning my gaze towardsthe rocks of the cliffabove mei admired them,there,tucked away,safely behind their nets...i thought..."i wish this mountain would fall,fall right on top of me!i wish every rock would crumble,as it should,into the sea!"ohwhen worlds collide!there are rocks behind nets....and, yes, all things do rise to fall...the landscape said it all.man made precautionsman made protectionsa permenent illusion of safety.i could have thrown myselfinto the seathat day.but like the rocksbehind their nets...i have my safety...i have my noose.and he...was just asvulnerableas i.a vulnerableencounter witha stranger.maytwo worlds everbe as one?i think not.
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