She walked over and stood
behind him. He had knelt to look at the board close
ly. Now she set her fingertips delicate
ly on his shoulder and asked, "Do you play the game?
" Under his skin the man's body shiver
ed. "Yes, It's one of my favorites."
"I don't know how, Nobody ever taught me
I could teach you, the man thought. I could explain it all
to you, the board, the pieces, how they move
and how they are used. The strength
of the knight, and the swiftness
of the bishop, these wonderful things. I could show you the pawn's determination
and the king's power
. I would show you how a player's hands move
, the supple rhythms of attack
, the slow, soft musings
of defense, and all the combinations that lie between. I would teach you
. He tried to say this but the words caught
at the bottom of his throat, just at the end of the lungs, and all that made it to his lips was, "Hm
He looked back up at her, started to say that it wasn't what he was looking for, but her eyes
caught him, drowned him. He bought the set and after distributing the pieces to his pockets, tucked the board under his arm and moved slowly
back to his car.
(I'm a terrible chess player, know nothing of the strategy of the game, but it is beautiful.)