The day starts without me. I still
watch the effervescent moon, almost full, arched high overhead. It
looks like I could leave my hand print on its face if I reach up as
high as I can. I might have to stand on my tip-toes, but I think I
can get there. The sky is
almost black, but not quite. When I look closely, it is really the
deepest blue I have ever seen. The light of the sky comes from the
moon as it spills over and pools between the stars. I sit watching
this living photograph in the
heavens with awe and appreciation. It appeals to the part of me that
stays hidden under my bed, day after day, sheltered and quiet. Every
so often, it escapes to waltz with the stars and bathe in the
moonlight. I think it's
probably better that way. It
feels like putting on old, comfy shoes after skating for hours. It
somehow satisfies a deeper side. I sometimes stay
here indefinitely, drawn to
the beauty and unwilling to let it go. The day always seems to come
and try to interrupt, but it's no use. I just let it start without
me.
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Lightnin' Hopkins
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