Fruit
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Driving earlier, I again was chasing the moon—a little past full now, its flesh like the flesh of a fish. You don't realize how east-west roads north-and-south themselves until you try to keep your eye on the moon. The moon chase is a futile chase, but still you get somewhere.
Tonight, in the midst of more work, I remembered the moon, then remembered the apples I'd stacked together last summer, when the days were longer and answers seemed more within reach.
3 comments:
Beth - What a very interesting way to put it "you don't realize how east-west roads north and south themselves until you try to keep your eye on the moon." Your language is always full of little jewels that make one think and re-think. Thanks!
Linda at Jacket Whys
Dear Linda.....
Today you taught me "gink"—a fabulous word. Thank you for that!
Beth
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