and i dreamt that i had the ability to Unravel myself. just fall apart like i was made of fabric, & then a breeze would pickup & carry me someplace new every day. at one point i found myself standing on the great wall of china (the only man-made object visible from space) and i thought how massive an undertaking it must've been. all that work just to keep out the Khan. then i Unraveled again & traveled to a small nomadic camp on the other side of the wall. there was a small mongolian child holding this golden object. i walked up to her, the skies overhead reflecting in eyes that have never seen a building. have never seen a car. have never seen an ATM, or a Gap store, or the walls of a daycare center.
she stood there with a grin creeping across her face, like she could see two of me, the guy standing in front of her, and the fabric i could become. maybe she thought i was a prayer flag, or some kind of giant white insect. she held out her hand revealing a small object from the depths of her small, earth-encrusted fingers.
it was a piece of honeycomb.
i hold it up, examining the tiny cells, watching as the sun pours in & out of every cell. i can almost hear the bees as they labor day & night to fill the honeycombs. there tiny bodies hopping about, much like this little girl does across the wide open, arid, plains of mongolia. a smile creeps across my face, i step in to hand her back her piece of magic. i thank her for the chance to be reminded how it's the little things that count. not cell phones, or paychecks, or where i can find the lowest price of gas.
she refuses the honeycomb, silently insisting that i keep it. maybe somehow i can carry this piece of sun with me every day. such an enormous gift from such a small child. she doesn't even comprehend how this could be the key to release me from my concrete & glass prison.
in return, i offer to teach her the Unravel. it's the least i can do. maybe open her eyes to the rest of the world. maybe to find more honeycomb.
or better yet, see what's over that wall...