The Waiting Place

I called and said, “Go look at the moon. Join me”

He said,  “The laurel trees block my vision of the rising moon.” 

 I know him. Hearing my invitation he considers...

Shall I continue relaxing on the sofa and wait for the moon to be higher in the sky?

Postpone moon gazing until summer when the moon rises to the north of the laurels?

Pursue my plan to move to a house with an unencumbered view?

Trim the laurels?

Just accept I am not meant to see the rising moon.

He knows he will be asleep when she rises high enough above the laurels for him to see, yet he tries to convince himself differently.

He knows there will be 120 opportunities to see the moon rise before summer, 3 full moon cycles before the moon can be seen easily in the summer sky. He can postpone moon gazing tonight. It will be easier for him to see the moon in a few months.

About a move he thinks,

Maybe a move is in order. A new house could be a positive change, AND a view of the moon. Then again I am not really dissatisfied with where I am. I have a routine, I am familiar with my surroundings. I know where everything is. It’s easy here. I know what is expected of me. If I moved all of this will change.

Trim the laurels? Never going to happen. The dense hedge separates the world from his space.  Why disturb the laurels when he can wait for the moon.

Easiest for him to just accept he isn’t destined to see the moon rising. 

Maybe someday he will open the door and walk into life with his heart open.

If only he could look at the moon…