Canvas Moon


I've been dreaming colors and shapes again. Deep in dreamspace I soar through stars and inky black, lighting on the stretched canvas of bright mother moon. Immediately I sink with earthly duties, pulling threads of canvas taut. This list to do, a lead albatross around my neck of work, bills, and mail unanswered, weighs double in dreamspace until... RIP!


I plummet to earth, a human stone, tethered by errands undone. Falling, I scream out to my sister the wind, piercing the cosmos between us. Gaining speed now, I drop until burdens take wing, escaping certain death. A shopping list takes off for Mars and the mortgage zips out with a star. Bad-tempered kids fly to Venus and my diet cinches up Orion's Belt. Dropping still, I have not fear... I am free.


I wake with a start, hear the soft, even breath of my mate, and roll over in bed. I fluff concrete pillows and close my eyes.... to burnt umber skies. Fat fuchsia raindrops shower down from a virgin sky, soaking me to the skin. I run through cobalt grass, knee high, laughing, swallowing air of ginger and orchid, exhaling a rainbow of butterflies. Looking up to fertile sky, I smile and blow a kiss to the canvas of bright mother moon.

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