Moon woke me up last night. It was the middle of the night and I had been asleep for several hours. I sat up, fully awake, summoned by the pale,thin light of a full moon spilling across my bed in a wide swath. I looked into the light and listened to the night, wondering which oceans of the world were splashing tall and high against a weary beach, themselves turned into something they might not otherwise be at the bidding of the Lenten Moon. I thought of camels crossing the desert, limos on Las Vegas Boulevard, and the volcano at Kona all under the spell of the faint, yet unmistakably seductive full moon. Craziness.
Only a few moments passed before my big, woolly black dog began to bark. He, too, gets connected to things he can't quit shake off but being a dog, will get just a little more wild than an accountant might when the full moon calls him from a deep sleep.
He barks. And howls and cries. Then sleeps in the sun of the day that follows.
JBelle
Bellemaison
The 'Kan EWA
5 comments:
Sleeping in the sun of the day sounds decadently delightful. The moon kept me up too.
I saw that moon. I've seen that moon many times.
Very beautiful. It reminded me as I was driving home, how I gasped when I rounded a corner and there she was, the full moon. I loved your prose today.
I love that everyone all over the world, sees the same moon..... I saw your moon, just a little earlier thats all.... its strange to think as I stared at it, that only a few short hours later, you to would be staring at that same moon...
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That night the moon we all enjoyed cast a silvery pool of light on Lake Roosevelt. What a view from the deck!
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