That rocking-horse moon, softly
yellowed, lying almost on its back in the southern sky as I walked to
the boat dock to practice.
Not the salient of my day. Only
beautiful, that's all.
And of course that's plenty enough.
It's 3:10AM 11/01 as I write I went
out to check, that moon long sunk, brilliant Jupiter moved WAY 'cross
the skies, now almost directly overhead, sliding south.
I wonder if I will write this year,
will I step into that joyous lunacy. I know it's huge; it can turn
me inside out. A life of its own.
We'll soon see.