New Moon
Last night I dreamed of my childhood love. It happens once a year or so and is always a friendly reminder to check in with that old friend and catch up. Usually I wonder why my brain pops this person in at this time, but this round I know why.
Last night, sitting on my front porch, burning the edges of a treasure map with old bar matches I was pushed back 15 years to the springtime. The smell of smoke took me there. Maybe it was cigarettes, or a barbecue of cheap hot dogs. I can't help it, I'm a nostalgic soul with a memory that doesn't always serve me well. I remember nights the moon was bigger than you can imagine. Last night the moon was not like this, but when I crept in to do my usual paranoid mom late-night check, I could see Solomon's expectant face, eyes wide open staring serenely at me. He reached up his arms and without a word or a sound we danced in the bedroom, between the dog and the playpen. His feet never touched the ground but I swear he dipped me - swept me off my feet.
Last night, sitting on my front porch, burning the edges of a treasure map with old bar matches I was pushed back 15 years to the springtime. The smell of smoke took me there. Maybe it was cigarettes, or a barbecue of cheap hot dogs. I can't help it, I'm a nostalgic soul with a memory that doesn't always serve me well. I remember nights the moon was bigger than you can imagine. Last night the moon was not like this, but when I crept in to do my usual paranoid mom late-night check, I could see Solomon's expectant face, eyes wide open staring serenely at me. He reached up his arms and without a word or a sound we danced in the bedroom, between the dog and the playpen. His feet never touched the ground but I swear he dipped me - swept me off my feet.
