The Finger is Not the Moon
I was up at dog camp for the day with Rerun and E. Before I came home, I went for a hike with Rerun on some of the trails across the back of the camp. Nobody had been back on these trails since the last snow-- there were plenty of deer and coyote tracks, but no human boots.
I like to hike at night. It's hard to do in Chicagoland, as the parks close at dusk. I used to do it some on my parents farm, but that was twenty-five years ago. But what I had forgotten was how bright it actually is-- we had a 3/4 moon tonight, and on snow, that leaves plenty of shadow.
Brown trees in winter
Shadowed on translucent ground
Hiding in plain sight
My poetry sucks. It's strange how such a commonplace thing as the play of shadow at night is nearly missing from our lives.
I like to hike at night. It's hard to do in Chicagoland, as the parks close at dusk. I used to do it some on my parents farm, but that was twenty-five years ago. But what I had forgotten was how bright it actually is-- we had a 3/4 moon tonight, and on snow, that leaves plenty of shadow.
Brown trees in winter
Shadowed on translucent ground
Hiding in plain sight
My poetry sucks. It's strange how such a commonplace thing as the play of shadow at night is nearly missing from our lives.