Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski
There are bad days. They come. I didn’t know that my emotional construction was still so fragile. Someone said something or wrote something to me, possibly in good intention – and everything fell down as a house of old rocks tumbling down in a cloud of dust. Cloud of dust and insecurities, despair. Everything I tried so hard to put together on my ocean beaches last summer – was taken away by a wave that came and washed it to the bottom of that ocean.
One of the very first lines I wrote after You were gone, after I tried to find traces of You, of us, on some trail we used to walk together – and I couldn’t find You anymore – felt like that exactly: insecurity, lost. Maybe even angry – why am I here if you are not?
I have simply called these short lines: ‘Woods’. The woods I ventured in and got lost. Couldn’t find my way back. Last night and today it felt like that – to be back in these woods.
The Woods
I’m in the woods, surrounded by trees. The sun filters through the leaves, creating a dance of light and shadow. The breeze caresses the branches, making them sway gently. The air is fresh and warm, but not too hot. It’s a perfect day for a walk.
But I’m not here to enjoy the scenery. I’m here to find you. You ran away from me, and I don’t know why. You didn’t say a word, just took off into the forest. I followed you as fast as I could, but you were always ahead of me. I called your name, but you didn’t answer. You didn’t even look back.
The terrain is rough and uneven. The ground is covered with dead wood, roots, and rocks. I’m not as agile as I used to be. I’m not a young buck anymore, confident in my strength and speed. I stumble and fall, scraping my hands and knees. I get up and keep going, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.
But you are nowhere to be seen. You are hiding from me, or you have already gone too far. You are out of my sight and out of my reach. I don’t know where you are, or if you are safe. I don’t know what you are thinking, or what you are feeling. I don’t know if you still love me, or if you ever did.
Maybe it wasn’t even an actual walk in the woods? Can’t remember anymore. Maybe it was a written record of one of my many nightmares, being half awake and half-asleep? Don’t know – there are days from these early times that are gone from my memory altogether, weeks like that. I know that they were, that I was there, too. Remember every detail, every second of You collapsing in my arms, the ambulances rushing to our home, every day and night in the hospital – and not much more after that. Just pieces of existence like a broken string of pearls rolling on the floor.
That’s that dark place I crumbled to last night and this morning. And You were not lost and gone, not hiding from me. You were right here and You guided me to a memory. The memory of a trip we took in 2016 to Alberta, our last trip to Alberta (apart from the huge trip across the continent to the shores of the Atlantic). We took a different route, a longer one, the one leading up North toward Valemount and through Highway 16 toward Jasper. But first, before reaching Jasper, one has to drive with the view of the massive, majestic Mount Robson. The highest mountain in the Canadian Rockies. Many, many years earlier I did a little climbing on this giant. Never reached the top, nor did I attempt to. Just wanted to do a bit of climbing on it and remember reaching some shelf-ledge on its steep wall, sitting on that ledge, and be amazed by the panoramic view in front. In 2016 we reversed the roles, we were the ones at the bottom in some valley, and the huge giant was looking at us from high above. It was amazing, the day was sunny, and practically there was no traffic. Remember embracing John and we both just admired the view. It felt good. We both liked going back on many visits to Alberta, especially John. After all, it was his home, where he grew up, where he went to school, his adolescence … and us at the end. We met there, and fell in love. That memory of that trip lifted me from that awful pit I fell into again.
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