"You've got a good head on your shoulders,
You just need to work on the heart thing." An
Old man said to me, as I talked briefly with him
On a cool autumn evening,
Sun brisk and fading thick behind quiet trees nearly
Empty from the wind and general change.
I walked many long hours, searching for what everyone
Wants, an answer, an affirmation; sublimated freeing
From the present stance of little knowledge...
That kind of stuff takes time, so I kept pace with tumbling leaves gliding lazy across wet walking paths around a shallow lake.
That night I had a dream. I was at my old elementary school, watching a little boy shooting hoops at a short court. He wasn't very good, but he looked happy, fumbling with the ball and running about, nimble and lithe. I asked him if I could join, and he threw me the ball and said, "shoot one." We played three games of horse, and he won two, with his signature backwards shot from ten feet away. Afterwards we sat a while and talked. It was getting dark. The overhead light, white and humming loudly, beam above us, with a growing collection of bugs surrounding it's ominous glow.
I sat on a small set of steps next to the court, the boy on his basketball. I asked him if he should be getting home, and he said that he shouldn't leave me alone this late. It struck me as funny, but I simply nodded in appreciation. He asked me where I was going, and I said I didn't know. I told him about my back porch, and long nights that come with leaving home. I told him about cats, and that love is beautiful but it can break you. I spilled my entire life for the past twelve years to him, all the while he sat on his basketball, leaning back and forth, with his elbows on his knees, holding his face in his hands, seemingly not listening, not a care in the world to him.
After I finished my dialogue there was a brief silence, then the boy stood up, bounced his ball a few times, then held it, looked at me and smiled. He said, "you've got a good heart, you just need to get your head straight". Then he walked across the playground, fading finally between two fences that opened up to an alley leading away. I stood up, walked around the court a few times, then carried on in the opposite direction, to a little park in a small valley between big houses low lit.