Who knows if the moon's
a balloon, coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it, if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited, where
Spring) and everybody's
in love and flowers pick themselves.
The moon has been so gorgeous and intense these last few days, that when I thought of a poem to share with Anne's classes today, this one popped into my head. It's so whimsical and the language builds throughout in a very child-like excited fast-talking what-if sort of way; I love it. It makes a person think, too--what if?? Who's to say our imaginations can't help us make our world what it is? Or what it could be? I like that idea a lot.
I'm sleepy this morning because I stayed up too ding dang late, but I just did not want to go to bed last night. I ate a delicious dinner at CC and Mr. A's house--fajitas with grilled chicken, peppers, avocado, a little cheese and sour cream--yummy. Then CC and I went on a little walk around her neighborhood, then back to watch a little telemavision and eat the apple pie I brought. I made the pie on Sunday night with apples that I "rescued" from a lot that used to have an old house on it (they tore it down a year ago or so). I've had my eye on these apples for a while and the trees didn't disappoint. They are old trees with big ol' apples that are yellowish with red stripes. What kind? Anyone's guess. But a nice balance of sweet/tart and quite juicy and crisp. So thank you, person of yore who planted those lovely trees that live on and give back every year. That's quite a legacy, don't you think?
Anyway, I got home late-ish for a school night and just puttered and read and pet kitties and enjoyed myself. I still sort of have that summer night party mentality going on, since the weather has been so beautiful. So, while in my head I know it's foolish to stay up until 12:30, I still feel that urge to enjoy the free time and that I can always nap in the hammock this afternoon. Because it's summer, right? And apples pick themselves.