If you were a bead

If you were a bead in a necklace

caught on a string

between two other beads

and your life was this transit

on a human’s body

with this all around spectacular

what-they-do with their life

as yours in this life,

much like buckled down,

stuck in a stationary carnival ride

and the only other contact you had

was the surface rub

from these two other beads,

one on either side of you

as your determining physical contact,

other than . . . that human

and that would be

the person wearing you,

how would that go?

How much operational intelligence

would you take

from the sequencing

of those shared grinding side-rubs?

Would it be sort of like

being locked in the trunk of a car

but determining

where you are being taken as worn

by some quirky method

of swerves and pulls and pushes?

And in bead-world, all this is done

without blood flow

or fluids or middle ears’ awareness

or silent counting,

just hard surface

to hard surface grind,

with a center string umbilical

on the subtle slide

left or right to boot.

And because you are at least round

if not perfectly spherical,

some possibility of tumbling

or slight roll

based on clothing contact

or human physical movement

animating your actual location.

You ask about your body location?

I assumed neck

but you can tell me

arm or leg if you prefer.

It is all eventually the same

even though

those appendage positions

will give you

more eccentric movements

to work with

and a kind of I-Max feeling

from the uneven elaborate

physical gestures

that could occur.

Me, I would choose the neck

and for a lot of good reasons.

If I am on the neck,

I am more likely to be worn

on a permanent basis,

something like a keepsake

but not always.

I could be an only occasional

or a dress up item too.

So there are risks

to getting worn either way.

But what else I like about neckwear

is that there is this,

there are certain constancies

to placement,

skin location,

as a more constant source

for body heat,

possibly clothes as covering,

and even better

being draped beneath long hair!

Ah . . . the touch and the smell

and the motley patterns

of light and dark

imagined as if I had eyes!

But back to body heat

because it is bigger than that.

You could wind up

at a pulse location

and for the most part

that can be quite soothing

over the course of a day

or an extended outing.

If I had a bead diary,

I would soon abandon accounting

for myself by where we went

and things of that nature.

I would sense for the rewards

of human contact,

the feel of that person

as compared from one time

to the next and so on.

I would build a profile

for that person

and then enjoy

the ever so subtle differences

over time,

like a connoisseur of great wine.

I would become a master of detail,

consider our relationship

to be deep and meaningful,

philosophic,

possibly pseudo romantic

and definitely spiritual in nature!

I would commit myself

to be a healing stone of sorts

and wish to be worn secretly

for some of these purposes.

I image my life to be ever so rich

and that I am restrung

possibly because of usage

about every two years.

That’s not too busy for a bead life.

I also assumed

that if I was not a ‘precious’,

I was at least a hard surfaced bead

and that my patron

had made up a whole mind story

that favorably supported my usage

and escorted me

into and through their ongoing life.

If I was multi-generational,

that would be okay too.

I would become sad of course,

in transition

but blessed

to continue along the same,

say bloodline, so to speak.

I would not like what I hearsay

about being bought and sold

but it happens

in a majority of cases over time.

Look, I am just a bead

living with a bead dream,

limited by bead reality,

but really,

capable of some much more. . .