The evening sun hung over the ocean, a water lily was budding on Lily Pad; The Prophet was preparing seaweed and squib, Octavio had brought up from the sea.
Octavio dived under Lily Pad and stamped right where The Child was standing. The Child shifted, sliding past the water lily giggling merrily.
"Are you dancing, Child?"
"Yes, Prophet. With Octavio. He's under the water stamping Lily Pad and hitting my feet."
" Want a try it?"
"I'd much rather square dance, Child."
Octavio accelerated his stamping exuberantly, and The Child hopped and slid shifting toward the Prophet enthused.
"Will you show me how to square dance, Prophet?"
"If you want."
Octavio stopped and came up from under Lily Pad and swam beside them.
"Is Mr. Whale and Mr. Eagle coming back?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I made them mad when you disappeared."
"So are they coming back?"
"Instead of saying we'll see, tell me."
The Prophet chuckled.
"Dinner's ready. Fresh dandelion salad and squib, courtesy of Octavio."
"When will you show me how to square dance?"
"Tomorrow, Child. Tonight, I want you to hear your voice."
They ate in silence, observing the ocean. Afterward, The Child, sitting by the water lily, opened her mouth and sang out from her heart:
Walk down that lonesome road
All by yourself
Don't turn your head
Back over your shoulder
And only stop to rest yourself
When the silver moon
Is shining high above the trees,
And The Prophet listened with tears in his eyes.
*Lyrics, That Lonesome Road, James Taylor, from the album, Dad Loves His Work, Label: Columbia/Legacy, 1981.