This morning I was searching for something to post for a birthday wish. I wanted just the right picture or just the right verse finding neither one. Never when you are looking can you ever find the right thing. I traveled to the recipients profile on another blog and found a map posted there, marking where he lives, so far away. As I sat looking at the map, I realized how close his home is to the sea. I found myself drifting away to the sounds of the water, wondering how dazzling the moon must look as it shines down over such a place. It is the same moon we all see, the same one shining down on all of us no matter where in this world we make our home. If only we could stop and remember that, just once in a while. On this quiet Sunday morning while looking for just the right “card” for a friend, I found something for myself and I was lost in daydreams and pleasant thoughts. How strange things work out sometimes.
Happy Birthday Kenan
The Freedom of the Moon
I’ve tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I’ve tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one ornament combining
With one first-water start almost shining.
I put it shining anywhere I please.
By walking slowly on some evening later,
I’ve pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,
And brought it over glossy water, greater,
And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.