Friday, May 04, 2007
Thoughts: May Moon
(I thought I try something a little different. This is the beginning of new series called "Thoughts." Last night, I took my laptop out in the night under the full moon and simply typed my thoughts as they came. These posts will be personal and largely unedited. To feel a little of what I felt, the pictures in this series will be from the same moment.)
What is it about wind in the night? The full moon is sliced by the trees still naked from winter. Ghost patterns glow on the lawn.
I remember what it was like many years ago. I used to sit out in the quiet. I used to think like this. Just open, letting the moonlight coax me.
Brush strokes of clouds slip east. The motion is calm. Something about how unformed they are makes me think of the wind too. The trees with new leaves sizzle with its sound. They shake at the sky, but sky ignores them. The few stars are solid. Peaceful.
My thoughts keep going back to my teens. What did I think about then? Were the thoughts so different than now? Probably not. The raw wishes are gone. I know much more. I feel in control of much more. But much is still there, softened maybe, sharpened, but still there.
Funny what the night does to you--the silence, the dark. You seep out and fill the world. The trees speak directly to you. You unfold across the sky. The ancient story in the stars was written just for you.
I hear one spring peeper in the distance. He sounds lonely. All of the others have scattered into the trees, but he remains. Does he know who he's calling? Maybe he's not even calling. Maybe he knows I'm listening.
A hush is wafting down now. The clouds seem to have stopped. The wind is listening to me now. What should I tell it?
I think it already knows.