Journeys Back and Forth
One outstanding memory, the kind where one remembers the mood and sensual details while also remembering the hovering over oneself watching. I am laying in the back seat of the car curled up listening to the purr of the engine and its shifting. It is late night. I feel safe with my parents but the gray moon is outside our car following us. It darts behind black silhouettes of trees and buildings always re-appearing again. My parents are facing down the road, quietly sharing their thoughts from their family visit. I drift in and out of sleep. I peer slightly alarmed at its unending pursuit. After an hour we arrive home and park in the driveway. The moon too has stopped. It hangs in the sky over my yard like a sad drooping eye. It is still visible outside my bedroom window as I drift off to sleep.
“When the sun rises, I go to work.
When the sun goes down I take my rest,
I dig the well from which I drink,
I farm the soil which yields my food,
I share creation, Kings can do no more.”
- Chinese Proverb, 2500 B.C.
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