“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

8.12.2009

Feeling the Night

Last week's full moon a couple of days past full.

Tightrope walking through the early evening sky,
a shimmer of white balancing against blue.


If it fell, no net to catch it, it would just plummet to earth, flinging moonbeams far & wide as it hurtled our way, and if lucky, we would catch one, and then what would we do? You can't tame a moonbeam, you know. Would we search for a cage and try to keep it still, try to contain it? And can't you just see that little bit of hilarity, the moonbeam shooting between the bars as we rushed after it, arms close together as we tried to catch its tail, hands slapping shut on nothing, on emptiness, as it zipped through our grasp? No, no, we couldn't cage it, and if we put it in a box with holes punched in the top, it would escape through those holes. The same with a jar; it would find its way out.

Lucky for us it didn't fall.

I sit here and laugh at myself for writing such silliness about the moon - such absurdities - thinking to understand it, when the truth of the moon is that it was just there when I walked out my door, shimmering white against all that blue, just like I said, just there, and I stood for a moment, balanced between it and the sun, which had not yet set. No poetry can come close to the realness of that sky, the magic of those few moments - the birds were not yet in for the night & I imagined the woodpecker on the hackberry tree to be joining me in this bit of dreamy reverie, I pretended the mockingbirds' songs were summertime carols for the sky. In just minutes the sun was gone & the sky was dark & stars joined the moon & the birds fell silent, asleep in their nests. The cicadas took up their song and another Texas night surrounded me, the heat of the night so much different than the daytime heat. Such a small piece of time, such small moments, but the best. The best. This feeling of the night.
how do you write this down correctly? this feeling?

11 comments:

  1. Not silliness! Not absurdities!
    Oh, no. It is about possibilities. Of what could be. Of what might be. If we let it.

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  2. Paula - Thank you. I think the moon might agree!

    :) Debi

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  3. I think you did a pretty good job of describing it :) Also wanted to stop in to say I'm fiffles from unravelling. Been reading your blog since the start and really enjoying it. A peaceful place to come :)
    Fiona

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  4. Fiona - One of my very favorite tv characters, from my very favorite tv show - Burn Notice - is a Fiona! I'm so glad to know you've been dropping by, and thank you for the kind words. I really used to better at responding to everyone, but I've been so busy this year that I find it hard to keep up. It is a goal I am setting for later on, when things calm down. I always wanted this to be a place for conversations, and I've truly been neglecting that aspect lately. Anyway, I'm rattling on. :) Thanks again for stopping by.

    :) Debi

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  5. All should be so lucky as to be "sillied" by such silliness.

    yes, i am interested in "The Tree" lake tyler, No, i WANT one,, lol

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  6. I love your silliness. And your everything. I walk into your words and want to hide inside of the beauty.
    Yes, I do~
    : )

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  7. Glenn - Well then, I'll just have one printed & thank you very much for that AND the kind words.

    Christina - I am more than happy to have you inside. :) I shall have to tell the tale of the house of bunnies & cats soon. That will be even more silliness! xo

    :) Debi

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  8. Sounds like one of those moments you wish you could freeze time for. Gorgeous photo, how perfectly balanced the moon is on that tight rope.

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  9. the cicadas are loud in Arlington too my and the night is what we wait for in August~

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  10. i loved that first part : the sillyness you, the visual gymnast that can twist around imagery like a cirques du soleil acrobat. you are my sunshine and my moonbeam :)
    xo

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  11. Your post is making me think of that lovely fairytale of a movie, Stardust, which was an even better book. Have you seen it yet? I think you would love it.

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