Two free spirits of the late 60s and early 70s. They met at
Caffe Lena in Saratoga Springs after a Three Dog night concert, and
recognized in each other the lost part of their own soul. That night they
drove out Highway 29 to Lake Desolation Road and headed uphill. On the
moonlight shore of the lake, the cooling air misting with tomorrow's fog,
they pledged to each other and jumped over the broom that one had in the
back the truck.
He had come East out of Gary Indiana. Looking for new opportunities to
profit on the future misery of others, he came to the state that had born
Woodstock and gave a new definition to being mellow. As the old peddlers
had walked the paths of the Cumberland , Appalachians, Adirondacks , and
Catskills, so did he, with his almost magical wares. He would first offer
for free, that which nature abounded, just a weed found along fence lines
and in fields. His product of choice however was, as DuPont would say,
better living through chemistry.
When introduced to the couple at a party. It was not clear to him that
they were the Yin and the Yang of each other. They had renamed themselves
Rosemary and Thyme, forsaking the names given them by their parents. Had
they requested a marriage license just based on their birth records, the
State of New York would have recognized the legality of it. Not knowing,
he hungered, his eyes tracked both of them and his ego left no caution or
concern. These two beauties would serve him, together or apart.
No other thought entered his mind. As he plied his trade he made inquires,
his customers, most now dependent on him had long ago lost that natural
caution that comes with a clear mind. An address, at a shared co-op farm
was mumbled to a hinted inquiry. A visit would be made. He came in the
waning light two days later. Members of the co-op were of differing
opinions as to his brotherhood. His wares were welcomed, caution long ago
lost like the treadles of fog that would drift in the dawn of the Finger
Lakes .
When the extended family relaxed into oblivion he sought out the two
beauties. They too had fallen under the fog of nature's pain reliever, and
indeed the pain of the wounds of verbal slings and arrows over the many
years, from those whom had withdrawn their love was forgotten. Their new
false friend waited, and soon chose to first take the one known as Thyme.
In the dream state that Rosemary and Thyme now moved, the movement of
their predator went unnoticed.
As a seasoning, Thyme is a gentle accent, touching and teasing the taste
buds of the tongue. As they kissed he started to undress her. Her breasts
were small but full, her waist narrow. The soft warmth of her on his skin
drove him further. She started to fight him as her eyes became more aware.
She tried to pull away, and called in desperation to Rosemary. She,
aroused, tried to enter the room only to fail, the door locked. She in
turn called for help and roused a score of brethren. They all could now
hear the screams, and the sounds of impact. The walls were shaking. The
Sheriff's office was called and response was quick.
In front of the judge he stood with legal representation, the question
presented. To the matter killing thyme, how do you plead?
As a rush of darkness pushed away the light of reason, Rosemary turned to
spirits best not mentioned, of multicultural origins, they both soothed
and enraged her. Braced by the pain of her lover lost, and with the
spirits help, she vowed a quick revenge. In an effort to gain strength she
found iron to which she added powder, bronze, lead and steel creating a
deadly mix of heavy metals which to the sentencing hearing, this poison
she carried.
In the aftermath, her adversary bleeding on the courtroom floor, they
asked her why, to which she simply replied, Thyme was relative.
Now released and free to go, numbers from an astrolabe would lead
Rosemary's soul. Traveling west, to Lake Butte Des Morts, at 44deg 02'
50.68" North by 88deg 34' 50.55" West, she would find her goal. Her lover,
Thyme is up in heaven, and that Rosemary will ascend is a given. Their two souls now
cojoined in the circle of life they begin again.
