the evening, a moon on the Eastern horizon will send shadows directly into
the room where I sleep. Last night as it breached the trees it was
an orange face. A couple of nights ago it was full.
Were I a meticulous person I would know the moon from calendars.
Understand moon myths as belonging to campfires and to those creative
minds men of science refer to as nutcases. There is no physical
association between moon phase and behavior amongst members of our
species. Any behavioral response apparently, is psychosomatic.
When I slept outside a great deal the moon had meaning. In cold
places a white moon meant extra cold. In warm places a visible moon
meant little chance of rain. And when the moon approached fullness,
it made not the slightest difference to these concerns of rain and
cold. Now when the moon reaches fullness, it casts upon layers of
curtain in the room where I sleep and I am restless.
Perhaps the mind considers it daylight. Time to get up and about,
pester the kitchen for coffee, dip a foot into the outside air.
Perhaps, through the day I am insufficiently engaged in those activities
that result in correct sleeping patterns.
I lie with my head under the pillow
contemplating the works of Satan before entering a reverie of thought that
leads me in peculiar directions. In the morning I have charmed ideas,
those sorts of places reasonable men do not hesitate to dismiss as follies,
but which in my mind make perfect sense, and which if criticized as lunacy
results in vehement and aggressive defense from what remains of me.
There are some who will suggest that a
hundred and sixty foot mole barrier is one such example of lunacy, and I
must be wary in the extraordinary event that so direct and apparently
obvious solution is indeed the result of a derangement.
I suspect though, that this shift in emphasis
amongst those enthusiasms that fill my day is consequent upon language
use. An offhand reference to my 'being' as "digger boy" by
that recent heroine of the vegetable garden, has produced yet one more angst
attributable to moles. And I reckon that when the weather cools stubbornness
will guide this moon driven path, rather than anything approaching