A Brief History of the World

A Brief History of the World
A shy, lovely thing was happening, which the man and woman neither cared nor dared to stop. It caused them both not to notice the mouse that had invaded their privacy for a meal near the pantry door, where cracker crumbs had fallen along with a tiny piece of cheese in a symphony of clutter. �One, two, three,� the mouse said when she heard the sound. Her courage thereby summoned, she hurried across the floor to where the music had begun. For a fleeting, imperishable moment, the man and woman watched each other. Then the man tenderly kissed the woman�s mouth, and the woman sighed with her voice, breathing her life like a scented breeze into the man�s fiber, mind, and being. Both felt as if their bodies were rising from the ground. �One, two, three,� the mouse said when she heard the sound. Her courage thereby summoned, she hurried across the floor to where the music had begun. The woman told the man a story with her eyes. With his own eyes, the man asked if all she said were true. In a teasing, frightening way that made him doubt his sanity, she told him once again, with an even better ending. Then she touched his face, and with the tips of her fingers whispered his name. �One, two, three,� the mouse said when she heard the sound. Her courage thereby summoned, she hurried across the floor to where the music had begun. The two embraced like prisoners condemned to life and granted one last dance. The curious mouse looked on. A soft tie from the woman�s dress fluttered down. She did not retrieve it, or the silken scarf that followed. Bathed in the meaning it revealed, the man spoke the woman�s name. �One, two, three,� the mouse said when she heard the sound. Her courage thereby summoned, she hurried across the floor to where the music had begun. Deep in the heart of spring, a wide-eyed child was born. Then came the yearning for another, which the man and woman neither cared nor dared to stop. It caused them not to notice the mouse that had invaded their privacy near the pantry door, where cracker crumbs had fallen in a symphony of clutter. �One, two, three,� the mouse said when she heard the sound. Her courage thereby summoned, she hurried across the floor to where the music had begun. *April 2, 2005* Previous Entry Next Entry Return to Songs and Letters About the Author	Also by William Michaelian POETRY Winter Poems ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4 52 pages. Paper. �� Another Song I Know ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1 80 pages. Paper. �� Cosmopsis Books San Francisco Signed copies available Main Page Author�s Note Background Notebook A Listening Thing Among the Living No Time to Cut My Hair One Hand Clapping Songs and Letters Collected Poems Early Short Stories Armenian Translations Cosmopsis Print Editions Interviews News and Reviews Highly Recommended Let�s Eat Favorite Books & Authors Useless Information Conversation E-mail & Parting Thoughts Flippantly Answered Questions
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