Full Red Moon

I remember a full red moon. I saw it through the window of a boat and I simply could not believe it was real. I hesitated for a bit, I thought I was looking at some sort of distant light – another boat perhaps?- on the horizon.

Should I really disrupt their sleep to show them? I looked again, I looked around – people were walking towards the windows, taking pictures. “So, it is real”, I thought.

I woke them up. “Sorry to wake you up but look at the moon- I thought you’d want to see it”. They turned, mumbled “nice” and went back to sleep.

It was cold and I had been wearing the same trousers for days. But I had my new green sweatshirt on. I went up to the deck and sat on a bench. The batteries for my music had died so I started singing instead. Smoking cigarettes, I watched moon rising and the guy who was watching me and the red moon rising. He had music, I had cigarettes, we both had our hoods on.

He asked for a cigarette and sat down next to me. We started talking, I can’t remember his name now. I don’t even remember much about his face. I remember what he said. Something about not having much money but feeling lucky cause he could see that moon. Cliché. But I believed it. There was no reason not to.

There was only a perfect red moon rising above the sea, a ship with bright lights and a mountain in the background.

~ by chaoticmine on November 19, 2006.