WORDLINGS: peek and boo discuss optimism

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

peek and boo discuss optimism

Somewhere in this land. Rising light. Faint whistle of awakening birds. Two enter.

Peek: Ahh! Morning has broken, like the first morning.

Boo: Broken wind more like!

Peek: Ahh! Boo, you look at the world with such dark eyes.

Boo: My eyes are hardly open at this ungodly hour. If it weren't for that farmer and his spelt.

Peek: It is true we have to tend the fields but is not everything for the best, in this the best of all possible worlds?

Boo: You are sounding suspiciously French this morning, be gone with you and your chatter!

Peek: And isn't the morning beautiful and are we not lucky to have work so we can fill our bellies and gargle a draft or two?

Boo: I do my work, I eat my food and drink my beer, that is true.

Peek: There you go then, is it not a fine world we live in?

Boo (irritated): But what I do says little about the world, not that there is much to say.

Peek: But there is a whole world with so much going on and so much that could be changed, so that it could be better.

Boo: I do my work, I change my world, I cultivate my garden not my neighbours.

Peek: Ahh! I sense a Gallic soul beneath that Saxon skin.

Boo: My skin is hard from turning the sod, my soul, ..... well, I am not sure of what you speak.

Peek: Ahh! my lowly Boo, you are too modest, you are the philosopher king of the gleaners.

Boo: Christ! Peek, shut up. We have fields to tend, let's go.

Peek: Yes, let's go.

Rising light. A chorus of birds now fully awake. Two exit.