Midday Moon

The Ragtag Daily Prompt: GALAVANT — or GALLIVANT (UK)

Something none of us have done very much of for awhile. But the moon, on the other hand, wanders willy-nilly at times.

Midday Moon

Moon, moon, what dost thou here?
You're supposed to be away
over there on the other side
shining down on Japan
or India or even Turkey.
It's mid-afternoon and here –
not there – you are!

Not staying on your given track
what's prompted you to gallivant
around the globe
in broad daylight?
Folks around there will miss
your whiteness, your brightness.

Worse, I suppose now
you won't show up
for our date tonight.
Totally off course –
maybe in Timbuktu –
when we need you.
Obdurate orb, don't be so dim!
Get with the program, eh.

Early Morning Haze

For some reason I woke up just before 4 am this morning. I was having a dream of some kind, though I can’t remember anything now. Maybe that woke me up or maybe it was the soreness in my back from lying too long in one position. At any rate I decided I needed to get up and move around — and it has definitely helped.

Of course our two cats wanted to go outside and see what’s happening in the yard, so I went out with them, stepping out on the small deck by our front door and enjoying the atmosphere. The moon’s just over half full right now, so was shedding a fair bit of light on our earth. The heavens above us were clear and the stars brilliant. A jet was heading somewhere, leaving a trail in the sky over by the moon. I speculated for a moment what important trip this jet and/or the people on it would be taking, to be off before 4 am.

The temp was about 0 C. It’s great to be able to stand outside and enjoy the scenery without needing a jacket! We’ve had such warm weather this past while our snow’s about all gone, and today is supposed to be another warm one with a high of 14 C / 57F.

I checked my incoming WordPress e-mails and saw that the Ragtag Daily Prompt had arrived. Today the prompt word is HAZE. It didn’t apply to my world at that moment, but by 6:00 a fog was starting to roll in and there was a haze around the moon. I checked again fifteen  minutes later and am amazed at how fast the fog has enveloped our countryside; it’s 6:30 now and our yard is surrounded by a grey fleece.

My brain is starting to feel a bit hazy, too — as if I got up three hours too soon. By now it’s time either for a nap or another cup of coffee. Before I go, here’s another haiku, this one drawn from an observation a few days ago:

the old dog watches
sparrows foraging nearby
live and let live