the moon

Wisps of fog spread beneath the slivered moon and the light tower winked and blinked as it swept its circles. He welcomed the sight, a sign of familiarity, of routine, in a dark morning that had been anything but. Nothing had gone according to plan since he’d woken, hours before the sun was even considering making an entrance. That daily occasion was still far off. The winks, the blinks, the fog, the moon all seemed to laugh at his futile attempts to find balance. He’d laugh too, if he had a voice.

He could still remember the taste of words but could not remember the sound of his own voice. It was one more odd thing about him in a list that grew daily. He had kept a list, pen on paper, for a bit but when he realized he was going to need more paper to keep it going he had abandoned the endeavor and had begun to accept the truth. He no longer minded being weird, eccentric, outside the norm. It was routine he still craved. And it was routine that was failing him. He’d blame the slivered moon but that wouldn’t solve anything, and it really wasn’t the moon’s fault.

In all likelihood, the disturbances in his morning were his own fault. All the odd things that happened around him usually could be tracked back to being a result of his quirks. He couldn’t easily see the direct connection that morning but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. One time he traced a day gone wrong back to a toenail he had failed to pick off the ground and place in the trash where it belonged. That one bit of carelessness had caused a whole day to go sideways. Afterwards he had researched having his nails permanently removed, to avoid such a disaster in the future, but the procedure was prohibitively expensive and no reputable doctors would perform it anyway.

The fog thinned further and the tower faded in the distance behind him, leaving only the moon to shine down on his progress. He liked the moon. Always had. It represented something magical, even if that sorcery was based in science. Its influence on the world was something he appreciated, longed for at times. He didn’t want the attention it received but he wouldn’t mind its importance. His jealousy of the moon was another of his oddities he had made peace with.

The dark sky cracked in a thousand tendrils of light reaching away from the east and he smiled for the first time all morning. Finally the sun was rising and perhaps that could turn his day around.




The waves glowed as they crested and crashed under the moonlit sky.  It had been a long time since I’d been to the beach in the dark.  I had forgotten the serene beauty of the water, sand and sky.  The constant churning of the ocean even seemed muted so as not to disturb the moment.  A couple planets watched on with the multitude of stars.  I stepped to the edge of the tide’s reach up the shore and waited for the last of the sun’s influence to slip away from the far horizon and decided it really should not be so long between nighttime visits to the coast.

I may speak often of my love for the mountains but there is magic in all wild places and that magic calls to me.  Have you ever watched the stars wink on the tide?  Have you ever seen the moon echo beyond the breakers?  Have you ever felt the memory of the day’s heat fading away in the soft sand between your toes?  What could any of these be but magic?  I hear the call of all the wild places.  It tugs at my heart and directs my eyes and ears.  As always, I must answer.




I waited for the pirate ship to sail down from the clouds.  I was ready for them, ready to fight, ready for adventure.  I knew Pan would come to my aid should I need help.  He was watching from the great beyond, second star to the right, barely visible in the glow of the full moon.  It was there, though.  He was there.

I don’t know why the pirates were coming for me.  Perhaps I was dreaming, and how sad would that be?  What if I were to wake before they arrived?  What if I were to never even glimpse the legend?

Luckily, it was no dream.  I could feel it in my bones.  So, I watched the sky and waited for their arrival.  My cutlass was drawn and my battle cry hung just behind my lips, ready to issue forth when needed.

moon rise

It hung like a mostly closed eye leaned against the world.  The fog and clouds blurred its lamp so the light barely filtered through.  The giant, for it surely belonged to the like, must have dozed and currently existed in that shadow realm between waking and sleeping.  Gauging the size of the monster on its eye alone I prayed it would return to its dreams, and that those dreams would be peaceful or else the world would be in trouble.  Then again, no matter how long it slept, it would wake eventually.

lesson learned

The moon swung along the horizon, pushed by tide or breeze, I could not see.
It rocked and swayed like a cradle.  All that was missing was baby and melody.
It glowed.  Oh, how it glowed.  A candle.  The heaven’s soft fire.
I sought to pluck it down, hold it for my own, and ever admire,
But it eluded my grasp time and time again.
It had no desire to be in any way my friend,
Which later, still gazing upon it, I could not decry nor regret.
It knew.  Oh, it must have known.  Friends aren’t won by nets.
For it shone down, smiling brilliance and hope, despite my attempts and failures.
Though it had the right, it never once judged me, this stage, or the other players.

Lesson learned, I went my way, to act my part in this game of games,
And found some friends without the use of clasping hands or frames,
Though my eyes peaked towards the moon whenever it gently swung,
To share a knowing wink about a lonely red heart’s story going unsung.
Life bounded on with days leaping to years in a blur of giggles and tears.
Supported by my loved ones, I shared in equal parts of fears and cheers.
Death came calling in trembles and pain, but so did life in squalling joy.
The moon watched with its knowing smile while we built-up to destroy.

Feel free to share your secrets, your goals, your plans and all else with the moon,
Whenever you see it swinging on the edge of the world and singing its silent tune.
It may not answer or acknowledge your fall, but it watches all.
It may hold you in thrall even as it makes you feel very small.
The moon teaches lessons at great lengths,
And its smiling light will give you strength.