Great Tension

The splendid full moon of mid-autumn is so high that I must bend back to look at it, straining my neck. I could drag the chaise out and look at the sky in greater comfort, but I'd have to dislodge the feral kittens who are sleeping on it. I can't stay out for long, anyway, as the aged parents might wake and need looking after. Best to let cats sleep and moon sail unwatched.

A few thin clouds share the sky with the moon, but keep their distance from it. Still, they're closer to it than I am. It makes me a bit envious of vapor.

Though I'm stuck in the house tonight, I get to leave it on Tuesday. That's when the dental hygienist gets paid to poke and prod my teeth and gums with sharp instruments. Thinking of this, I grow more envious of vapor still. It's a half hour that could surely be better spent. Not to mention several tens of dollars that could be, if not better, at least more enjoyably spent.

But teeth are things and things, alas, do fall apart. The process of decline must be stayed, however briefly. The time and money spent will prolong my ability to bite those objects the biting of which brings advantages. It might even increase the total number of full moons I get to see, eventually.

The mundane and sublime are intertwined, like the tangled shadows of nocturnal trees now brocading the moon-paled facades of our silent dwellings.


( Sunday Verse )