November 17, 2010

17 Nov 10

i hear that it's raining.
i step outside for a breath of fresh air.
clouds move swiftly across the moon like a thousand gray doves.
muted lavender and navy never looked so pretty together.
i see one star. or is it an airplane?
i'm not sure.
drip drip drip.
my hand catches some of the splash.

the door opens and my sister's youngest walks out.
we look up together.
he wants to know how the moon is moving so fast...
drip drip.
i try to explain that it is only the clouds that are moving.
only the air that is pushing.

my words seem too much.

i loosen my depiction of the sky.

...we spend the next few minutes watching the moon take flight.

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