Fingernail Moon

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

I drove all night in the pitch black to get here.

Off the highway,
past the monster silos,
over the bridge,
through the small town with two Chinese restaurants right across the street from each other,
past the old quarry,
past the field of singing sheep (although tonight they had fierce competition with the crickets).

I drove all night in the pitch black to get here, so that when I wake up in the morning, I can jump out of bed, run down the path cut through the field (corn on one side, wild clover on the other), salute the sun, and dive into the Schoolhouse Riviera.

The windmill will keep time, and the blackbirds will mind my future.

Till then, there are a million stars and a fingernail moon hanging in the sky.