The Moon
I was cleaning up my computer files tonight because apparently my body thinks I do not require a decent amount of sleep anymore. What I found was a bunch of old writings that I had forgotten about. One in particular is an essay that I wrote at the end of this last semester of school. What is funny is that I asked my friend, who usually reads anything I write before I turn it in for a grade, about posting she did not remember this one. She encouraged me to post it because “you never know who you might help.” Below you will find the poem the essay is about and then the essay …maybe its for you…maybe its for me…either way here goes: Driving Home After Marriage Counseling I noticed the moon, one of those eccentric ones, fat yellow, superfluous in the just dark sky, the kinds they call “harvest” or “lover’s”, the kind no one would want to walk on You must have been negotiating carefully the curves on the long farm road that took us home, I don’t remember. What I remem...