May 14, Between Sun & Moon
Almanac for Post Moderns
I spend my life these days offering myself to nature. Seems to respond most as I step willing into our field under a full moon. Too many things during the day to think about. At night, a world to release.
These two, Sun and Moon, carry me in metaphor, both here and gone. Uncounted times I spend with those things gone, rather than here. This is why I offer myself to nature. Nature remains, if barely.
If I were to build a house it would likely be in a space between where nature teems and people are gone. Nature and people would be returning to balance. In ways I have and watch from this spot. It’s possible to see green, but it’s dark, moonlit — even on this island between two currents.
In many ways this metaphor of Mesopotamia is what many live with; a half lit memory of body in nature, a pocket totem to that memory, an origin lost. The alarm is constant between sun and moon — a killing is occurring all around, not as far off as Mosul or Tikrit; though there too — in Mosul, one attack, 20 soldiers guarding oil pipelines were killed last week.
