Somewhere along the path of humanity the notion of rainbows and full moons both became romantic - part of the lovers' walk on the second date or first. I am tired of these notions. The earth, our mother, hates us -- and it has nothing to do with global warming or any Pharasee theory.
Full moons produce full emergency rooms and rainbows also follow hail and tornados and hurricanes. The treachery is always there. We are fools and geniuses as a specie. There is no love from the supposed mother.
It is true that all our sustenance is derived from her dirt but that is not a substitute for a relationship and neither is a macro diet.
All the neighbors' dogs are barking tonight. It is a full moon. My dogs are quiet and obeying. I wish I new the Neanderthal's language for quieting dogs. I sometimes feel I dream those types of things.
Tomorrow will raise the fight again and I can only hope that there is a reason to say something. The alternative is just life. We live with all the full moons and the rainbows; we live love and death and night intercedes.
There is something poetic in that.
-j
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