For Ron....and Iambe.
(thank you always, for the inspiration)
After Travis left, Jake poured a cup of coffee,
sat down at a table by the rain streaked
window and watched the storms roll in for
hours, losing track of time to the rain's
cadence on the roof.
He hadn't notice when Kate came down.
As she cleaned and set up the tables, she
kept his cup filled the same way her
company kept his life from being empty.
Part of the road washed away and Jake smiled
recalling his and Iambe's last conversation.
She just showed up late one evening on the heels
of a thunderstorm. They sat together in silence,
watching blue lighting crisscross the desert sky.
"I'm tired of red clay and dust Jake. It makes everything
old before its time. I'm thinking about taking off."
"Where to, or is it -- who to? Jake asked with a playful smirk.
She turned suddenly serious and shook her head.
"There is no "who" to go to. Hasn't been for a long time.
But there is a place and its never left my mind for long.
I think its time to go back there again, maybe to stay."
She went on to tell Jake about a stretch of beach in the
gulf that some rodeo circuit cowboy had taken her to.
It was the first time she had ever been by the sea.
She couldn't recall his name but the tides had remained
with her and now were calling her back.
As she described the white sand shoreline and the turquoise
waves that rolled in from an endless blue horizon, Jake saw a
spark in her eyes he hadn't seen since she was a child wading
in creek beds and river banks while her brothers tried to fish and
keep her curiosity from drowning her.
She told him how alive she felt when she heard the waves,
how when she was by the ocean, it felt like she was "home."
Like it was the thing that was always missing inside of her.
The empty we all have but never quite understand.
"We've been a lot of places Jake, seen God's country from our
windshields and rearview mirrors. And all have become a part of
who we are; prairies of gold, plains of red rust, deserts of orange,
mountains of limestone that fall into emerald river bends. I've been
humbled by the beauty of them all. I once thought there wasn't a more
amazing sight than a desert night lit by the stars. But that morning
on a beach in Mexico I saw the sky reflected on wet sand and I knew
where I belonged. I wont truly be at peace till I'm back there."
Jake blinked back the tears and memories, reaching in his pocket he
pulled out a gold chain with a tiny cross charm on it. It had belonged to
their mother and once given to Iambe it had rarely been off her neck. Just
before she drove off that night, Iambe had given it to him to give to Dillion.
It was the last time he'd seen her before the call came.
Now as he held it in his hand he knew what he needed
He told Kate he was leaving, she nodded with her all knowing
smile when he said he wasn't sure when he was coming back.
"The place is yours anyway Kate,
has been ever since you walked in the door."
"Mind if I ask where you're going"
Jake put the necklace back in his pocket and said,
"I'm giving someone a ride home."
"If you hear teardrops falling like rain on the rooftops ...
know what you're listening to ... this is me missing you."
"If you see lonely, clear skies turning stormy ...
Lightning strikes and all you see is blue ... this is me missing you"
If you feel heartbreak, distant thunder, lightning, earthquakes ...
If you wonder why the earth moves ... this is me missing you.
If you touch empty, reach in the darkness and don't find me ...
Then you'll know just what I'm going through ... this is me missing you.
This Is Me Missing You.
[This message has been edited by Janet Marie (09-27-2003 04:05 PM).]