Tuesday, March 14, 2006
recover
the moon is traversing the sky now , It does it all the time, not every night because sometimes it has to go by day. The moon doesnt get to have a schedule that makes much sense it like 9 years or 18. and changes and fluctuations never are to be the same until that passses time again. Lots of memory and or remembering, that moon. It doesnt matter much now but when drought happened much more cyclically in the past we knew about it. Some people pay attention to her but they just think she is there to, um say, exist for their visual pleasure. But we found a purpose, we made her purpose. These days I notice her for a few minutes if I lift my head up. I want to yell at her and tell her to stop moving and its okay we dont need to know all that stuff about crops anymore. The big food people chop up the animals, and raise the grain so that cupcakes can be eaten in blue blazed caverns of suburbia. Im thinking about how I wanted to tell him this story about hwo the moon is important to the Anazasi. Like I am somebody's teacher and Im going around doing show and tell all the time. (I actually am, my favorite people are all under 18. Well lots of 'em.) I cant decide sometimes about these things. So anyway, she stopped a minute and told me that she would be back in the same spot again. And that she had done it a thousand times and she was pretty sure she saw me the last time around...and that she thought I might be interested in knowing who she was. Maybe she sent me to the desert? I dont know. Because then I was back in my car...and I was back from our brief talk sweaty, tired and ruthlessly listening to jarring music, wishing for a big couch to rest on.
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