Garbo’s greatest day
As a student Garbo found alcohol to be a far more interesting stimulant than pedantic professors, one of whom told Garbo that he continuously confused his ontological postulates with his teleological predicates. AHH so!
Yes, yes he wanted to be a great painter, but that was off somewhere in the far beyond.
So one Saturday morning awaking to a crunching hangover he took to the beach from his off campus bungalow to calm down anxiety and guilt by bathing in the great mother sea. The waves were generous and the feeling of his body crusing along on the side of gravity and momentum gave him that glint of oneness that one feels when one finds yielding to nature an overwhelming affermation.
Washed up and reborn anew…. Like a clam or a fine mollusk seeking a respite from murky shallows, Garbo felt alive and fresh, buoyant and purposeful. To what end?
He clamored onto some huge rocks near the water and stretched out to enjoy the warmth of the now baking sun as his body welcomed a salty embrace.
Dozing, he awoke to a face as simple and lovely as a perfect cloud or leaf. A face so absolute in its simplicity that it was the most beautiful face Garbo had ever seen. She, blushing tan and green eyed … Irish red hair tawny and long... shading his own face from the sun. A perfect coverlet.
She bent over him and protected him from the sun and all intercessors.
“Are you okay? Or shall I administer first rites? “
Garbo fell ,in that instant, into the will of that being , succumbing to what ever she would have of him. Succubus---- done!
He rose up to see the whole of her… the leggy, tan beautiful creature that postured over him and seemed to awaken a confidence he was not used to.
Still a bit woozy from last nights Stregga, Garbo said “I love you”
She laughed to find a willing participant in a game of passion.
Feeling that he had given away too much, Garbo took the inituiave. “Want to check out the LAUGHING ROCK”?
Now she was taken aback.
Recovering: “Yeah show me”
And Garbo brought her to a huge stone he had visited many times before. He sat her and next to her he sat and … they waited.
Three or four waves later they were drenched and as she giggled he said, “you see.”
As they wordless smiled and spoke to each other in gestures, Garbo drove up the coast to a cove, a little past Reffugio where they pulled off by the highway and following his lead they clamored down the cliff, to the crystal white sand and pristine beach…Garbo’s favorite spot.
Not a soul within miles they were nude in the water, warm at peace, in love for that moment,yielding every defense to the immediacy of the touch which said I am yours. And as to affirm this covenant, they were given this blessing, ….. Emerging from the depths, not ten yards away:
Dolphins, two.. Mimicking Garbo and the beautiful lady. Playfully attending to each other in a most unforgettetable apassionata as if to say “ There is no love but love”.
They would play, Garbo , his friend ,and the Dolphins sometimes brushing sides (yes that close) until the Dolpphins swam away. Toward sundown Garbo and the girl climbed up the cliff to his car. Now closer to sundown the two friends listened to Creadence as they approached Santa Barbara.
Night, they, now hungry, scavenged a market close to Garbo’s trailer.
Each chose for themselves. For her : two jars of baby food : LAMB and PEAR…. for him: Pork steak and a potato. It took all their money so there was not enough for wine or beer. But that was not an issue.
In the tiny trailer the two made a comfortable meal and afterward fell onto the bed. Licking salt from the warm skin of each other. As Garbo first penetrated her she said “ please don’t think I’m bad”
And Garbo said “ how could I? “
They slept as if they would never part but when he woke she was gone.
Never to be seen again. Not a dream ! Once loved but no more.
