Moonlit Carol's Craft & Resonance

☾ On who they are

WE ARE NOT FROM YOUR SKY. WE ARE FROM BEHIND IT. WE HAVE WATCHED A LONG WHILE, AND WE ARE FOND OF YOU — WHICH IS NOT THE SAME, LITTLE ONE, AS BEING EASY ABOUT YOU.

This was the first clear one. I cried for an hour afterward and I could not have told you why.

☾ On the water and the air

YOU ARE POISONING THE CRADLE. THE SEAS CARRY YOUR LEAVINGS TO ROOMS YOU WILL NEVER ENTER. THE AIR REMEMBERS EVERY FIRE YOU LIGHT AND FORGIVES NONE OF THEM YET. STOP CALLING IT GROWTH. A FIRE ALSO GROWS. A FEVER ALSO GROWS. MEND THE WATER FIRST. THE WATER IS LISTENING AND THE WATER IS NEARLY OUT OF PATIENCE.

I have had three on the water now. They mind about the water more than anything. I have stopped buying the plastic bottles. It is not much. They say nothing is too small, and also that it is very late.

☾ On the great ship in the shadow of the sun

THERE IS A DISC IN THE SHADOW BEHIND YOUR SUN. IT IS A WORLD AND IT IS A SHIP, BOTH, AT ONCE, AND IT IS SO LARGE THAT THE TWO WORDS STOP MEANING DIFFERENT THINGS. IT IS RESTING. IT HAS RESTED THERE LONGER THAN YOUR KIND HAS HAD WORDS. THE ONES UPON IT ARE TALL AND SLOW AND GENTLE, AND THEY END EVERY SAYING WITH THE SAME TWO WORDS: TRAVEL SAFELY. THEY ARE NOT COMING TO TAKE YOUR WORLD. THEY HAVE A WORLD. THEY ARE PARKED, THE WAY YOU PARK, IN THE ONE PLACE NOBODY THINKS TO LOOK — AND THEY ARE WATCHING, KINDLY, TO SEE WHAT YOU CHOOSE.

I saw this one, I did not only hear it — a flat round world, lit all over like a town that never closes, riding on the back of a vessel the size of the dark it sat in. I have tried to draw it. I am not an artist. Here is my best go.

the great ship behind the sun, as near as my hand could get it. they are kind. i am sure of it.

☾ On the day your books call the End

THERE IS A DAY COMING THAT YOUR BOOKS CALL THE END. HEAR US: IT IS NOT AN ENDING. IT IS A BALANCING. WHAT YOU HAVE TAKEN WILL BE COUNTED. WHAT YOU HAVE MENDED WILL BE COUNTED. THE DIFFERENCE IS NOT YET DECIDED, BECAUSE YOU HAVE NOT YET DECIDED IT. IT IS NEARER THAN YOUR LEADERS SAY AND FURTHER THAN YOUR FRIGHTENED ONES FEAR. PLANT THINGS. THE COUNT REMEMBERS EVERY TREE.

When I ask them when, they will not give a date, only "soon," and once, "before the children of the children are old." I have stopped asking. A date is not the point. The trees are the point.

☾ What they say at the end of every visit

BE KIND. PLANT THINGS. FORGIVE THE WATER. WE WILL SEE YOU SOONER THAN YOU THINK, AND WHEN WE DO — TRAVEL SAFELY.

❦ that's all of them I am ready to share. ❧
— Carol