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Date Posted: 16:08:34 03/26/03 Wed
Author: Rodney Evan Bohen
Subject: Letters To Carla: Chasing My Heart ..... taster

"My Stilts of Wonder"

6/10/2001


My Dear Carla,


I awaken myself from my short sabbatical of sleep to a day showering sun as well as many diverse birds all chanting and chattering, what chatterboxes they have a propensity to be indeed! May I add not vexing at all to my pallet of hearing nearly as much as the chattering species with two legs. I unwrap myself from the mystery of the night to merely sit down immediately to begin to engage my friends and foe alike, the words that race and tumble about in my tattered mind.


Carla, I feel often as a knat attempting to crash through the mighty wall of a title wave when faced daily with the past echoes and hauntings of my mind. It makes me feel quite brave actually as I visualize this picture of this tiny creature racing towards this mammoth wave, throwing his shoulder out as a football player does before making contact. The same look of determination on his face that Mighty Mouse was adorned with when flying through the air towards the task of rescuing some maiden mouse of beauty. I now perch and find myself at the front door of your heart as a lost puppy, tail wagging and panting, not concerned with the locked door that separates us for the moment; knowing and feeling confident that the door shall open in due time allowing me to leap into your lap as if I came equipped with springs.


Carla, the springs thought and notion conjured up this picture from the past allowing glee to race across my burdened heart quickly as a doe of the field. When I was quite young perhaps five or six years old, my Father built me a set of stilts being the finished carpenter that he was. These stilts remain in memory as one of my most prize possessions. I simply adored these simple yet enchanting pieces of wood that could elevate me to the heights of the heavens above all others. I would spend hours walking about driving my small dog Taffy crazy due to the sudden spring of growth that took place instantaneously before her eyes, which she understood not.



Alas, I even stood taller than my Dad, who without a doubt was the largest man in the world. I shall share quickly without digressing too much that when we visited the beach when I was young I felt my Father would break the oceans waves, as he would race down to the water fearless, and dive into the biggest wave approaching him. I always stood in awe and pride when watching this magnificent event.



To return to my stilts, I was quite accomplished when young affixed on these two tall poles of wood that would catapult me into a different dimension of boyish manliness and charm. I could even wield a sword fashioned of wood while traipsing about on my magic legs! I considered of young being the Uncle Sam who walked at the head of the parades we would visit when young. I knew I was proficient enough, and considered as well this as being a noble profession from my boyish point of view. The day soon arrived however, when I became too old to waltz about the neighborhood as before without being ridiculed. So alas the two marvelous pieces of wood that had raised me to many and differing heights of enchantment, ladened with inexpressible joy, were laid down in life and heart never to be resurrected again.


These stilts of wonderment were laid down prematurely I might add insofar as the desire of my heart went Carla, as well as my army men, but society and the sneers of others created this early departure of my friends of wonderment.


Carla, perhaps stilts are what I require in my life this day to heal the dwarfed image that surrounds and encircles me? Would the magic and wonderment still exist I wonder? Could I still reach the heavens and be taller than all that walk the face of the earth this day? It is a thought my friend is it not? Perhaps this solution would not gain the acclaim and applause of the professional circuit, but yet I just might be on to something! Alas, my heart melts as quickly as it sprang in hope realizing that I have no aptitude for even such simple creations of amazement, and the maker and designer of same said stilts of wonderment no longer is here to fashion me another pair.


Daddy, one thing I maybe forgot to tell you was I adored my stilts, thank you; they were the best gift of passage to elsewhere I ever received to date. Alas, the stilt maker is gone as well as the boy, what remains is I, perhaps my words can serve as stilts Carla, to raise me to the heights I once achieved at five years old. Perhaps they can transport me to the heavens I once visited when walking tall and proud at five years old, knowing all who viewed were jealous of me, with good reason I might add, yes my dear, it was my chance to be the envy of the neighborhood for once! For none other ever had stilts to carry them tall into the heavens as my Father had created for me!


Carla, I now laugh inside as I recall as well my dog Taffy who used to when harnessed would chariot me about the neighborhood pulling me with the same vigor and energy as a team of horses on my scooter. I would receive an occasional nasty remark from the old bats of the neighborhood such as ‘Rodney that dog is too small for that task’! For Taffy was only perhaps ten pounds in weight! However my dear, she was my dog! And I knew her well! As I small in stature became the warrior in the chariot, Taffy in like manner became the team of horses, furious and strong racing towards battle. We both welcomed the enchanted world of make believe, may I add, I would have never presented a hardship to my young and closest friend of fur at that young age, she loved it as did I racing down the streets at the speed of light! ‘Giddy-up’, I would shout, as she would press on snorting and inhaling the scent of battle. Carla, I know Taffy awaits me somewhere in time, as I patiently and with complete affection and devotion await her.


Alas, these memories of joy and sadness mixed and juggled that confront me this day, the wonderment, the sadness, the regrets, as well as wishes now dead, why my dear must life be anything more than these enchanting events of paradise? If I could remain still in time forever, life would find me standing tall in the heavens upon my stilts of wonderment accompanied by my friend of heart, Taffy yapping and following me about at my feet with complete dedication accompanied by my Father looking on smiling.


Carla, I shall close the door now on this chapter of remembrance riddled and littered with joy and pain alike, and bid you a day filled with excellence as you walk as tall in wonderment as I did at five years old! This is indeed my wish for you.

With Affection Eternally,

Rodney

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