Moonshine
I guess this will be my un-spooky post on All Hallows’ Eve. The pic we took from our back deck sparked an idea for a poem but this all I’ve got so far. ...I find peace outdoors in the serenity of a crisp Autumn night like this, backlit clouds breaking to reveal a silver moon. How many of our ancestors looked up in wonder to the heavens — how seldom do we bother to get beyond the light pollution of ‘civilization’ and lift up our heads or downcast souls. Imagine what a monumental discovery it must have been to first perceive the moon actually has no light of its own to give but is only reflecting the sun back to us in our darkness. Seeing the true source of our light and life indirectly is always the human condition, lest we become blinded by its glory. Over the past decade one of the less serious symptoms of my chronic illness has been extreme sensitivity to light. As other dog walkers would ritually pause to watch the setting sun on our west coast, I alone would be forced to look