Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Rock, Dust, Stars, and Super Blood Moons

I see my face in the mountain as it begins to fall, surely I will remember the adventures I took with grandpa as he told me of our family of rocks along the old creek.    The rocks are now dust under my bare feet as I run up the trail trying to catch a glimpse of the super  blood moon eclipse that only happened 3 times in my life.  The dust has risen into the stars now that I have made it to the top of the mountain to see that big red moon on my 53 birthday.  Is this it, I think,  but there are other mountains and paths, one just only look to see.  So we're to go from here or there I guess I just need to look at those ancestors of bright stars to guide me along life's endless seas.