MoonriseI didn't have time to watch the moonrise over the peak last night. I'd gone out to get something and noticed a glow on the silhouette of Caddo Peak. A fire, I thought. But it was still too wet for timber or brush to be burnin'.
Then, as I watched,the curve of the moon tipped over the rim. It was golden as an egg yolk and lit the sky. "how beautiful," I said to myself. It continued rising, declaring itself so fast you could almost see it moving.
I heard the horses bang the feed tub. I walked over and peeked into the corral. They gave me the eagle eye, ears up. I'd just shod the new horse and quicked his front a little. He was standin' on it square. I felt a little lighter.
I glanced back at the moon. The top third sat on the jagged earth's incisors. It was sneakin' up on the valley. I stared a moment. Something that big ought to be making a sound, I thought.
Like a rumbling locomotive or a creaking timber. Maybe the moaning of highline wires in a windstorm. I listened. Nothing but a night bird and the distant humming of a truck on the road nearby.
I found the feed tag I was looking for and stuck it in my pocket. Too late to call the feed store tonight, but I'd have it ready when I called the next morning. Then I remembered I promised to call the neighbor. He wanted to borrow the brush hog soon as I was done with it. I'd finished that afternoon.
I quick stepped to the house. As I crossed the drive, I noticed the lane was dark but the tops of the trees were sparkling like they'd been sprinkled with glitter. "Man," I said to myself, "it's too bad some photographer isn't here to capture this incredible picture. No one would believe it was real."
I stepped up on the porch, made a mental note to fix the railing that was hangin' like a broken arm, and opened the screen door. I held it a moment and looked back to the east. The dogs watched me hesitate, thinkin' I might not be done outside.
The moon shone like a yellow headlight waist deep in a pool of dark water. Gonna be full tonight, I thought, as I walked to the house and made for the phone. The screen door slammed behind me and my lost opportunity.
I didn't have time to watch the moon hang itself in the sky. A scene so timeless it has been watched by Neanderthal men, pharaohs, Moses, Michelangelo, Columbus, even Pancho Villa and Garth Brooks.
But not me, I didn't have time. I had to make a call.