An Innocent Ax

What did you lose, is this golden ax it, the silver, or, the wooden ax, asked, that lady of, that lake…translated…

As a motorist, I’d seen, a ton of things that other motorists, dropped.

I’d seen cigarette butts, plastic bags, and, several receipts that came, flying out of the motorists’, pockets too.  I’d seen the milk teas that those delivery persons dropped from out of the bags.  I’d come across, a lonely watch, just, lying on the pavements, in the middle of the road, run over by a car, run over by a bus, and a truck too.  I’d, pointed toward the sidewalks, as if saying, “someone, please help me get across the streets!”.  I’d seen the mobile batteries, leading the cell phones, with the charger cord attached, like they were, eloping, fallen, onto the tar pavements.  I saw the passengers on the backside of the scooters, leapt up, running backwards fast, to pick up the helmet that, “flew” off his head.  I’d even seen a unused tampon, falling to the side of the ring road connecting Dunhua and Ren-Air Roads, at first, I’d thought, that someone dropped a precious mask.  Back then, the Eslite Bookstore was still there.  I’d seen under the Taipei Bridge, a group of young motorists, pulling out the keys of their fellow motorists out of their scooters, and tossing it to the side of the roads waiting for a red, the sound of that batch of keys hitting the ground reminded me of the windchimes.  I’d seen the elderly women riding, with the basket-full of groceries, and, a basil leaf fell out, and mixed in with the fallen leaves from the pavement to the side.  I saw an older man, carrying a large orange trash can, with the wind, blowing the lid off on it, turning the lid, into, a frisbee, and, that lid of run over, crushed to broke by the car that came behind it.  A female passenger, losing her heels, but she seemed to fail to notice it.  I saw a young couple, with their child between them riding on the roads, and that kid had stubby, chubby hands and feet that kicked, and kicked off his, blue shoe.  I saw the cat, stuffed into the transparent, space-compartment like backpack, the dog with the short legs, standing on the pedal boards, they are all fine, not fallen, but it’d still, worried me seeing them riding away like so.  I saw a petal of buganvilla swirling downward, fallen, onto the dashboard of a scooter, the motorist, allowed that passenger that was, like a piece of paper, rest, until the light turned green, then, he’d ridden off, with the flower behind him, in the dust.

Seeing so many people lose so many things, but, I’d not seen my own stuff fallen off: a rain cover for my backpack, a cap, several gloves…………and there were, those who I’d, taken on the rides with, once they got off, I’d not, heard from any of them again.

Don’t know if anybody had, seen these.

Sometimes, I’d wanted to, head over to Dahu Park.  On a midnight with a full moon, I’d, climbed atop that arched bridge, closed by eyes, and, recalled everything I’d ever, lost, their shapes, their colors, weight, scent, sounds, and feel.  How long were we together, and where did we, lose, one another?  To recall, all of these, details, all over again.  Then, opening my eyes, called out to the surface of the lake, to the point I’d, awakened, every fish inside, all duck flew in the air because of the thrills, to the point, of making all who’d taken the midnight walks outside, want to, run all the way home.

here’s the story from YouTube…

The Honest Woodcutter Story | Stories for Teenagers | English Fairy Tales – YouTube

(and yes, the link works!)

“Come out then!” I’d wanted to shout aloud, “The lady of the lake, give me all that I’d, lost!”

Sometimes, I’d felt, I shall just, let it go.  In reality, if I’d, screamed until my throat cracked at from the Dahu Park, that goddess from the fable that came out of the lakes, won’t show.  And besides, if she does show, and asked about what happened to my lost loves, “hey, hottie, what did you lose, the one that’s pure in gold, pure in silver, or, pure, in love?”, what do I say?

I’d bought a brand new rain cover for my backpack, got a brand new cap too, and, every time I’d taken off my new gloves, I’d, tied them both together.  As for that person I’d, lost track of, I’d still, dreamed of, but I’d, loved, and, mourned over her already.

On the way, I’d seen a lot of motorists lose their things, and sometimes, I’d help them pick the items up, but sometimes, I’d felt, ill-fitted, as the goddess of the lake to someone else, that maybe, I shouldn’t, pick up the things, that someone else had, dropped.

And so, this, is on what’s lost, and sometimes, found or, never found, and, that is, just how it goes, sometimes, we’re, meant to lose certain things at certain, specific times of our lives, and when we’d lost that, we’d felt upset, but after awhile, as we grow older, and, gained more wisdoms, we’d looked back to what we’d lost, and then, we’d, gained the understanding of, hey, I was, supposed to lose whatever it was back when, and we’d, let go.