Mooning

A day moon
Perhaps it is the real moon
And we were all fooled to believe
That the sun is the day
And the stars hold the night
But the truth lies deep in between.

It's what I do in the middle of the night...

When the moonlight is hidden by smoky puffs of God's newborn breath, I hold power between the tips of my thumb and index finger. I toss and turn and tug at the sheets until I can feel the gravel path beneath and hear my bare feet crunch and crush with each step. In the middle of the night when no one else is looking, I do the impossible and seize every risk.

When your eyes are heavy with the weight of sleep, imagine me as I...

*Become the first American Queen of Persia.
*Sell all my precious jewels and retreat to the banks of the Nile.
*Soar above rooftops with wings made of steel.
*Write songs for my rockbands and an orchestra of frogs.
*Snore loudly.
*Scream in terror and relief at the same time.
*Run away from the terrifying grip of Mighty Mouse and Wonder Dog.
*Hide in a Junior High locker.
*Win the Noble Peace Prize for prettiest knees.
*Live as an Apache in England.
*Play the flute while smiling at my audience of seals.
*Invent eBay (in my world, it would be wedonegoteverything.com).
*Tickle fancies.
*Jump off the Golden Gate to land in a bucket of flowers...or Rice Krispies.
*Speak Yiddish.
*Dole out dreams to the sleepless.
*Carry the world to an unexplored galaxy far, far away.
*Secretly leave "Wow" and "You're Great!" stickers on all my neighbors' doorsteps.
*Ask dogs whether they secretly understand English.
*Star on a broadway musical...on rollerblades.
*Never hurt anyone.
*Drink bubbles and drink colors.
*Name every blade of grass living in my backyard.
*Invent a bed lamp that doesn't wake up my husband.
*Am a Nigerian spy doing backflips over uzis.
*Have four paws and a unicorn horn (also popularizing the name "Unihorn").
*Wear socks in the summer.
*Drool.
*Eat fairytales with ketchup and a side of slaw.
*Sleep like a baby.