Last night I slept sound.
The night before not so much
as I woke at midnight sweating
over mammom. Jesus said I cannot
serve God and It, yet I confess
some days this feels tricky.
But last night’s sleep was deep
with the exception of one
trip to the pot to pee in, a
walk that afforded me the chance
to eye the nearly full moon
mooning the new fallen snow.
The old woman named Nylotis
once told me “Never miss the
chance to show your babies the moon.”
Nylotis is long dead now and my
babies are tall grown so it is just
me and the moon both of us
almost full-bladdered rising in the
black night to do our business.
The moon kept working but I
walked back to bed to dream
poor poet’s dreams until dawn.
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I too woke to see the moon, not so easy from our condo window – but laying a path on Mel’s side of the bed, I had to get up and look and it made me remarkably happy as it always does. God knew. I love Nylotis’s advice.
I love both the humour and the beauty here. And speaking of dreams: I am not kidding when I say I had a dream about you not long ago. In the dream you dropped by unexpectedly, and I was frying some potatoes for another friend whom I *was* expecting, so I gave you those. I also had some pieces of ham, so I added them to the frying pan because I thought you would appreciate some meat. You seemed to like it; you were still eating when I woke up! Isn’t it strange where our dreams take us?
Hi, Jeannie. That’s an amazing dream – and yes, I love meat and potatoes:)
John David, I loved this. I, too, love looking at the moon. I saw it in all its glory last night. I even call my friends and tell them they need to go outside and look at the moon. God is good!
May God continue to bless you! Love, Cissy
Love this John, I could hear the floors creak.