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A Little Piece of Eternity<br />
Madeline Currah<br />
I take my bike in my cold hands, and push<br />
out into the street at dawn. There aren't<br />
many cars out, and the empty streets seem<br />
to me like vast, empty riverbeds of gray.<br />
Crossing the biggest riverbed I will have to,<br />
I embark on my morning journey. Above the<br />
houses with their white stone and vines, the<br />
pale moon shines her sweet face. No matter<br />
how big, no matter how bright, she seems to<br />
me always humble and peaceful, unaware<br />
of her own enchantment. She only gives.<br />
Her beauty is safe, untouchable: no one can<br />
hurt, harm, sully her.<br />
Yesterday I read a line in a book: “what<br />
is it that is constant between you as a<br />
baby, you now, and all the selves you<br />
have been and will be? How do you know<br />
you are the same person?” As I ride the<br />
quiet, pink, dusty city streets with my<br />
eye always on the moon, I feel it. I feel all<br />
the times I've looked at the moon from<br />
my bedroom window, or while laying<br />
in the wet grass at night (distraught),<br />
seeing her always there as I drove up<br />
the highway every night headed home<br />
from my first job. I remember her on my<br />
18th birthday, shining bright and full in<br />
the mountain wilderness. I remember<br />
seeing her for the first time after months<br />
of Alaskan day. Now, in the pink desert<br />
dawn, among cacti and orange trees and<br />
the smell of cow dung, I find her. She<br />
brings together my past, present, and<br />
future. She connects me to the long line<br />
of changes I have been and will be. She<br />
promises both consistency and change,<br />
and the paradox of how deeply those two<br />
are entwined.<br />
The moon is my constant watcher, and<br />
the only one whose promise of "things<br />
will be okay" that I believe. Her sweet<br />
promises fill me from the inside and<br />
spill out of my body as truth. When I<br />
forget myself, I should seek to find her.<br />
Sometimes I think of life as one long,<br />
continuous poem that never ends. I guess<br />
this was just a little piece of it: a little piece<br />
of eternity, brought almost into focus.<br />
Berkeley<br />
Watercolor on Watercolor Paper<br />
Bianca Barrett<br />
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