Last night I was drivin with little Bradley.
We were sharing a cheerwine on our way home.
“Woahhhhh,” he said to me.
“Is the world shakin?”
“I think it is,” I said, just being honest… Can he feel what I’ve been feeling?
“Why does it shake Brad?”
“The world shakes when the sun hides behind the moon… and look! I can’t see the moon anymore. It’s giant and it’s gone. Where does the moon go?”
“The clouds cover up the moon sometimes,” I told him.
“Why else do you feel the world shakin?”
He explained a few theories from his five years of experience.
“Maybe a giant ant!
Or a volcano, ‘splodin with blue…
Or a giant white flag walkin the earth.”
I imagined myself as a giant white flag.
In my mind, we all did.
Walking together, we bounded the earth as we dropped our armor, shed our facades, and let the truth win.
Our clean banner blew threw the thick southern thunder.
If it means you will shoot at our weakest limb
If it means we will all be starting over
If it makes the world shake with stories finally spoken,
With loud footprints:
And whether we shake for this white flag, for the blue bursting volcano, or the shift in the sky… we will never shake by being small. Even Brad knows, all of these events are caused by giants. Are you afraid? You are the sky. Stop hiding.
“Silly Moon!” he said.
“There it is up there. I didn’t even see the clouds move away.”
Shake it up ya’ll.
The moon remains.