Luna, lunita

Once again, there she was. Luna was sitting high above the sea level, wearing her endless diamond adorned black cape. Intrigued she was by the horizon that keeps moving further and further away from anyone that wants to reach him. In him, in her, she thought… so close together in the birth of night, but yet so far.

She knew her story telling would sound like it belonged in a Dr. Seuss’ book, but this was the only way the story could be told. From her last absence, she gained: a rested bright face, an achieved goal, an empty paper bag of chocolate cookies (that she would of course recycle), a reborn hope, a couple of banded wounds (nothing too serious), a day by day growing apple tree to admire, and a billion new thoughts inside her claiming to go out.

She remembered the times not long ago, it’s all so relative, when she used to orbit Earth, around him and mainly about him; while Earth was all about the Sun, ellipsing around it… Millenniums of relative anguish for Luna went by that way, with Earth not noticing that the light coming trough Luna at night was coming from his loved and always craved Sun.

Earth had constantly changed… His face was Pangea; then Laurasia and Gondwana; then Africa, America, Asia, Europe and Oceania. But Luna’s love remained the same, different but unchanged.

Her absence was not long, only what it took to change from a full face to a crescent shape… but so many things were altered in nature, meaning and understanding. Who knows better, does better.

Earth, do not thou see? Seas, owls, reborn dawns and dreams… All part of thee, sharing their life with me. Do not I see? Bears, rivers, thoughts, dunes, dolphins and trees…

Luna saw in her craters a discovered truth. It was not Earth whom she loved, it was not. She loved everything represented by Earth, everything that was allowed to live and flourish and grow and to be through him. And there was something else she could now see… the gravitational attraction didn’t affect only her; yes, the tides had told her with their rhythmical dance, Earth also loved her… without realizing it in the past, without caring in the present, without certainties in the future.

She finally accepted it with a smile across her face… Earth was just like his horizon. And the intrigue disappeared.




Writer’s notes:

  • My sources say ellipsing is not a word, but I propose it for the english language. Think about it, it’s like circling, but… ellipsing.
  • I love reading Dr. Seuss. I’m definitely one obsolete child.