The Whole Moon

One step back Bones of ideas take shape, some pattern emerges. The last sentence unpunctuated, lost letters .... lost words. The last paragraph missing whole sentences. The last chapter no page numbers, author unknown. In the background, all day long, that song plays in my head. Parts of it. I only notice it when I forget what I am saying ... Two steps back ... Remembering fragments becomes possible. A larger image ... but key details puzzle me. They scatter like cockroaches when I try to look at them, bones of loves last moments. Forty-five minutes have now passed. The song in my head comes out of my mouth. No idea what was last said ... I give up fighting and just sing it. Somehow, I know the words. Sung by lovers to each other to keep warm. The freak blizzard bears down. More steps back ... I see it all now, like you see the whole moon although only a sliver is lit, although the low foamy clouds are thick with snow. The song went on and on in their heads generations after their blue lips parted ..... breathless. The warmth those two kept alive their whole lives, that last evening. The book opens to the last page. A song to keep warm. The wind has really picked up now, changed direction. It presses from the north ... steady, strong, and smelling like snow. Peering out to the horizon from my lean-to, I begin to pack my things. Finally remembering what i was saying to you in my head, I take steps forward again and begin to sing ..... Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 04:49 AM PST   0 • 8