There is no end to what goes on, as this does until there’s no more left.
Writing was not what Juan was meant to do, his mother said
more than once. That was what Carlos did, he was the anointed,
so much so he walked off one day and was never seen again,
only the pages left behind in the van parked near the edge
of Chesterfield gorge. And Paolo? He was meant to do nothing
his mother said, but what he does from day to day . . . like you,
she said to Juan. And so Juan stayed in the upstairs room, writing.
(24 April 2011)
copyright 2011 by Floyce Alexander