2012


The Deserted Nomad walked into the sand when the sun was low near the horizon just beginning the day it was warm but not hot it was January 1, 2012. He stepped slowly and carefully conserving his strength for the grueling tasks ahead and the long hot deserted day. The flask of water was near half full a long pull and he would need more to walk back would be disastrous. He pantomimed a shadow and lurked into the pace. One step then he dragged the left foot up and paced anew the process taking far too long the sun was high when he began to make a circle in the sand a round perfectly flat close to where the sun would be when he was finished Nomad kind of thing. He took the ruler from the long pocket pouch on his belt the bandits were sure that he carried a knife but it was just the wooden ruler flat on one side and convexed on the other it were as curved or rounded outward like the exterior of a sphere or circle and he turned that side toward the sphere of the orb of the sun. Just as the sun was getting into place his job done he marked the line in the shadow with his finger to keep it until he had measured it was Twelve Thirty P.M Noon on Judgement day. Nothing moved in the desert. Nothing fell from the Sky. The nomad began the long walk back to the Indian Cisterns he had found. For three days he had lain in the Earth in simulated Christ like Death. Listening to the desert. Quite insane now nothing left of the white man he once was Indian he has become he sort of Shrugged and then he smiled. The world had not ended at least at the proscribed time. But something else happened to him on the long walk back to water and to life his lame foot began to twitch and come alive and suddenly he could walk without dragging the useless it had become. He went leaping and praising GOD the JESUS of us all. Until the Midnite of this day. He did not get in the hole with the snakes this time for he was actually afraid of what had happened to him and he walked into the dump and searched the old food cans more to pass the time than to score but he found many cans of peanuts and peanut butter there was hundreds of the things all off brand nammes. He ate good for seven days wondering at his luck. Scoffing now at the Mayans. For instead of this world ending he had been saved to live in it better than he was stronger faster touched more by the Healer’s wings than with disastor. But when he reached with his hand into the long knife like pouch to get the wooden ruler it was gone and he remembered how he left it in the sand inside the circle of all time. Laughing now he started dragging the left foot a little more for the bandits who were sure to be there watching from the rocks and he stopped and took a longish stone and placed it in the pouch to look like knife to make the bandits stay a life. Then he was home.