The Birth (Renewal)
by M. Taggart, Monthly Contributor
It worked. He reached in back of his kayak,
felt the cool neck of a beer, pulled it from its
cardboard six-pack holder and placed it in his lap.
He liked the way the droplets slowly slid down the
glass bottle. He opened the beer and swallowed.
The current of the Connecticut River was guiding
him directly to the island beach where he would
sit in the warm sand and read his book. The mountain
was barely in view, he could just make out the cliffs.
The summer greenery on each side of the river banks
was full and beautiful. He was the only one on the river.
He’d take his time with this beer while he read his favorite
author. Days like this are worth remembering. She asked
him to move to Rhode Island with her. It had been a long
five years. But, it worked. He needed that time to file through
the torture, the abuse, the reality and how to best find
himself. He drank the beer with a full heart knowing
it was time to start a life with a new future. One that
his past couldn’t hold down. Those ties were loosened,
understood, and cut. It was time and the beer tasted wonderful
as the words from the book filled his soul. The river water
was clear, he could see to the bottom where smooth sand was
waiting to be found for the first time. His kayak slid calmly
onto the beach. It was a long five years, but he knew himself
as well as he knew the trees out his window and the mountain
just ahead with the blue and grey cliffs. He chuckled thinking
about damaged sheetrock and about how accessible it is to repair.
“Tell life it can’t,” he thought.
Gabriela Marie Milton
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