Everyday miracles

[pjthompson]

The moon was a miracle last night. A common miracle, but a miracle nonetheless. As I drove the elevated section of the 105 heading east to pick Mom up from dialysis, it rose large as a golden ghost galleon, floating along the bridge at the Hawthorne Avenue Green Line station. Nestled in amongst the lights of flights coming in to LAX, floating gold amongst their bright white, every once in awhile one of the planes crossed its face, entering movie cliché time as they became silhouetted against it. Beneath the moon, the lights of the Los Angeles basin spread out like a host of firefly fairies, glimmering off to the horizon before disappearing at the backdrop of the black San Gabriel mountains.

The Metro Green Line runs down the center of the 105 at this stage of its journey. On nights with a hint of moisture, the electric lines flow with little lightlings hurrying ahead of the trains as if to declare with joy, “She’s coming, she’s coming! The Great Mother of us all is coming!” Once the train passes, they rush in her wake, “Wait for us, wait for us!”—electric ducklings following Mama back to swim in the great lake of light, away from the shore that is not their true home.

My heart lifts when I see those little guys. For a moment, I am somewhere else, not driving that freeway, but watching the play of some separate existence intersect briefly with the mundane world. And for a moment last night, the moon became my buffer, my salvation, my miracle of the moment.

Mirrored from Better Than Dead.

Comments

[frigg.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, my heart skipped a beat when I read your paragraph about the metro line. You are a true poet. That was just beautiful.

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Those little guys always lift my heart.

[sartorias.livejournal.com]

:-)

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

:-) :-)

[lizziebelle.livejournal.com]

Sounds wonderful. Thank you for sharing those images with us! :)

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[darkspires.livejournal.com]

Very poetic. I now have a very clear image burned in my mind.

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :-)

[bogwitch64.livejournal.com]

It was a truly magnificent moon last night. Glad you enjoyed yours. Magic is in the mundane, and the mundane can be glorious.

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Yes, indeed!

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I love your description of the lightning children racing before and after the train--wonderful!

And get this: last night the healing angel came in and said, "You guys have to see the moon--it's incredible tonight."

You and he, seeing the same miraculous moon.

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Thanks! And that's the great thing about the moon: our planet is not so large and scattered that we can't share a glorious moon.

[safewrite.livejournal.com]

And you just became my poet of the moment.

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Thank you. :-)

[mnfaure.livejournal.com]

You make magic for me, PJ, when you share these moments. :D

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Thank you, snookums. :-)

[handworn.livejournal.com]

Nice! And nicely described.

[pjthompson.livejournal.com]

Thank you.