Chance Encounter
By Sharon Rasey
September 13, 2007
I take the trash to the curb
During that time between
Dusk and dark
When the sky is indigo
And blackness lies waiting.
The moon appears suddenly
From behind clouds,
A honey-colored crescent
Of a moon that slices through a
Swirl of grey and pink
Cotton-candy smoke
Winding it's way across
A universe of stars.
Startled and amazed I gaze
As the war continues,
The moonlight persists,
Eager to be seen,
Reluctant to leave the stage
And this role of a lifetime.
The swirling clouds float
Their gossamer dance,
Eager for the spotlight.
A game of hide and seek,
Catch and release,
Bound together in a dance
As old as time.
Who wins? I'll never know.
Depends on fate.
Isn't this our existence?
A game of chance?
About the author:
I'm a 68 year old retired grandmother. I love my husband and my family, creating handbuilt ceramic pieces, traveling, taking pictures and listening to NPR.
Sponsor
Sponsor
An Interview with Heather Masse
In a 2009 interview, Heather Masse tells us about her earliest influences, auditioning in a women's bathroom, and a few memorable moments from A Prairie Home Companion.
Old Sweet Songs: A Prairie Home Companion 1974-1976
Lovingly selected from the earliest archives of A Prairie Home Companion, this heirloom collection represents the music from earliest years of the now legendary show: 1974–1976. With songs and tunes from jazz pianist Butch Thompson, mandolin maestro Peter Ostroushko, Dakota Dave Hull and the first house band, The Powdermilk Biscuit Band (Adam Granger, Bob Douglas and Mary DuShane).
