Moonlight to Translate

2024.12.15

Good morning, that wonderful way.

How are you?

Light breakfast?

The Moon is just about full and so are you?

I often write and wonder about The Moon.

What's up with him?

Obviously a guy with that mug.

We wouldn't be here without him. Master of the Tides.

He smashed into the Earth like tapping the side of a glass of water to watch it ripple and wave.

Then, stuck around, stuck his hand to the glass to swirl around the water to keep it going.

Nice of him.

Anything come into your world to shake you up a bit? Bring new life to you? Brighten up your dark?

Love, maybe?

Maybe that's how The Moon knows so much about Love. They dance a similar dance.

God's flick of a marble to get the party started.

"Let there be light." To, "Let's roll."

The Moon and poets never forget the day. We sing it all night. Someone's got to keep tabs on things, make certain the tides of people and sea waves stay in rhythm with the sphere.

When writing the light source is best situated opposite your writing hand so the shadows behave.

The Moon is out the window over my left shoulder.

How nice of him.

He owes me moonlight to translate.

Words to Measure Moonlight. A good name for a poet's anthology.

We forgot moonlight, science dried our whys, dried our eyes.

I wonder what AI will do to your wonder, to your whys.

Wonder on the algorithm of The Moon.

Wonder how to shine a light, day or night, on the point and purpose of the wise ask whys of moonlight under any sky, any season of the sea.

Take care, ask a few whys, and have your better day.