1)
You are sitting outside with some friends,
having some alcoholic beverages on your patio, which someone else put in,
because who the hell does things for themselves? And it occurs to you that the
only thing that would turn this party from good to awesome, in the way that
beer does in amazing beer commercials is a peacock, and you start telling
everyone around you about how pretty they look when their tails are all fluffed
up. And at first, people are uncomfortable and try to turn the conversation to
Newcastle or some local distillery, but you keep steering the conversation back
to peacocks, to just how grand they are, until people start trickling away from
the party leaving their imported beers behind and you with the capacious
feeling of being alone.
2)
You’re at the zoo looking at some amazing
animals, a lemur, or a snow leopard, or snow mist mountain cat, or river
fishing cat with a hat, or a cat from the Andes who can ride a bike and whistle
and catches its prey with fables and you are trying to pretend to be as
interested as everyone else in watching this animal sleep away the afternoon.
But suddenly, you can’t control yourself anymore. You track down the nearest
zoo employee and say, “Where are the peacocks?” And then you bend their ear for
twenty minutes talking about the various uses of peacocks in the courts of
Egyptian Pharaohs.
3)
When your
significant other is leaving the house you constantly suggest that they wear
the peacock earrings that you bought them, and if they refuse, you ask if
they’d at least wear the necklace. And if they refuse that you ask why they
don’t love you anymore, and then ignore their response because animal planet is
running a five minute special on peacocks.
4)
You find yourself reading the umpteenth article
about achieving happiness, or not achieving happiness, or achieving happiness
through a means that was previously unknown to this person, or redefining what
happiness is, or defining what happiness is, or making balloon animals in order
to find happiness, or what cloud shapes make people the happiest, and suddenly,
it occurs to you that what would make you happy is a peacock.
5)
Any time you find yourself standing on, or
looking at a large space of lawn, you immediately find yourself thinking about
croquet and how awesome croquet is, and wouldn’t life be better if you just had
a set of wickets? But why send someone? Why do that to someone else who is
playing a nice game of croquet? Why does croquet have to be so cruel and like
life? And then suddenly you realize that a giant peacock would probably soothe
everyone playing a game of croquet with all of its beauty, and you’d all spend
your time talking about how beautiful it was and forget to send each other’s
croquet ball flying across the park, because who could hold on to any rancor in
the face of such beauty?
6)
You find yourself watching NBC, which is
terrible.
7)
Sometimes you lay awake at night and wonder if
the peacock that you’re yearning for is a real peacock, or whether it’s
something else, a symbol for something missing. You wonder if you ever really
wanted a peacock, or whether you just wanted things to change, and whether that
peacock was less a flesh and blood animal and more an emblem of change, a
symbol of the sort of life that you might have lived. You try and remember if
you’ve ever seen a real peacock. You know that you have but the image is now
gone to you. You think of the women that you have loved, hair, eyes, etc., and
you realize that even they are gone to you, who once seemed so essential. You
think to yourself that if the peacock is anything, it is death, because that is
the only thing that is not a symbol, a mirage, an eyelash, a brushing of lips
under a canopy of trees in early spring, but a certainty. But you are sleepy,
and these are the sort of thoughts that leave you near the edge of dreams.
8)
In your dreams you are walking a peacock on a
leash as though it were a dog, if dogs were aesthetic marvels. The grass near
the sidewalk is a burning emerald only achievable through the use of heavy,
environmentally unfriendly, fertilizers. The sun overhead is not an
abstraction. It is piece of heavy machinery building the architecture of your
day. Everyone you walk past, regardless of race or age or political view is
stunned by the perfected beauty of your peacock, which is, it is clear, a
microcosm of the epic grandeur of God made manifest in the rest of the
universe, but made real here, now, walking along at the edge of a short leash,
splaying its tail feathers wide and shitting voluminously on the sidewalk. This
evening, as the sun sets in the west, some golden ball dropping into the
infinity of space, you will not wonder at the strangeness of the cosmos, the
molecules that must come together to make Hydrogen, Oxygen, and you. Instead,
you will slip deeper and deeper into the moment, holding a thin leash between
your index and middle fingers, until you are submerged in it, everything around
you, silent, present, and it will remind you of childhood, that moment when you
dipped your whole head into the warm water and felt gloriously alone.
the provincial zoo in winnipeg allows peacocks
ReplyDeleteto roam free in all their splendor..a
truly remarkable and unforgettable sight..
TILL THEY ATTACK!!
i spent 2 hours with others trying to catch an EMU 3 years ago..quite an experience..
so large and so quick!
So publish it, already!
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