Friday, October 4, 2019
THE MOON IS FULL and we've been invited to an esoteric gathering of dodos who observe the glowing orb in the inky sky, drink plum wine and compose erudite verse. After the children go to bed, friendships are reaffirmed and their poetry renders the Past present and a comfortable stability and trust envelopes the group of flightless connoisseurs.
The moon and the poetry sail on through the night and one by one, the friends discover themselves stretching, yawning and waking up. No one remembers when they crossed that threshold from waking to dreaming. Today, they'll have an extra afternoon nap. Just like the glorified and waning moon.