That Moon Descending, Science Emerging
*THAT MOON DESCENDING, SCIENCE EMERGING*
That moon descended the western sky with power, precision and pride.
Cristobal was a city under deep sleep when that night-light turned red
in its rotundity, approaching the horizon — a formidable winner
throughout the ages having run this course for millennia.
Those stars that had already done their course, turned to another
darkness, to another city, town, village, hamlet, balanced on this
Earth. Their inner and surrounding waters absorbed themselves, their
hydrogen, oxygen, surrounding carbon, methane. There was said to be
sulphur surrounding the city of Cristobal. Many smelled it in the big
moon. The environment was truly a salubrious chemistry.
Once, children charted in their innocence, paths, or so they thought, of
Orion the Hunter. They would see the red planet Mars and a few knew the
difference between a star and a satellite.
In those days few understood what a satellite was. Who placed it there?
How did it stay? Why didn’t it fall? Then, there was the odd child who
ask her father, ‘Daddy how does the Earth stay in the sky’?
Light descended. Rosetta had not stirred from her spacecraft bed since
she got off the phone with Urd. She too had gone down into the
archetypal bed of sleep.
There she found all that fed her mind’s inquiry — stars, moons, suns,
all types of flying objects, creatures, birds, fishes and creatures of
the sea, those big, those small, the birds of the sky, rivers, forms of
fire, the interconnection of these.
Sleep, even in restlessness was food. To have it or not have it made a
difference to the way one looked on waking, to the way one felt, thought
and walked throughout the day. Sleep produced increased balance.
Rosetta’s day was on today. This was her first day at Cristobal college.
This was also the day when Urd was to conduct his first love experiment
with Zeen, if we can call it love.
Zeen and the roses. Sounds like a novelypso or movie — Zeen and the
roses. Little did she know, how significant her encounters were going to be.
As for Zeen, she was mistress of the morning as it ascended. Her
honey-colored eyes did not shut against the light and soft dark of deep
morning. She was the true invader, intervening into each space of
thought giving meaning to her life.
She stirred as dawn broke, dawn always there, but appearing now as if
entering its accustomed space and universe. It was light for her part of
the Earth, darkness for others.
While she turned in her cotton, others entered their cotton-picking
machines. She loved peach.
Still, others far from Cristobal, slipped into water, others lit a fire,
others watched evening news and yet another woman witnessed her body for
the first time.
It was hers for thirty-five years and she had never observed its
tenderness as light changed, its curves, its orthodox moments, its wild
gushes, its illegalities, its non-obligations, its water, its rush of
blood, its textured firmness.
She felt its forbidden territory. The body is vast territory. Its
mountains rise to Everest and its valleys descend into India’s oceans.
Even the body hid its uninhabitable regions — men and women did not
know, would never know these regions.
Then of course, there was its space neighbors. The body dwelt , thrived
in air, in space, in a living, vibrating pulse.
Zeen had uncovered ways, bringing to life what no one had taught. She
simply touched and remembered methods of feeling.
She had discovered her beginnings. No one could tell her otherwise.
Say it’s internal if you wish, but this one had found her body internal
to another womb, another body that cared. That body around her caressed
her. She was one member of the human race.
She carried in her bones and breath, the sun and moon. She was male and
She was not from Venus and he from Mars. She embodied both and more. She
was child of the universe, experiencing every spurt of light.
Rosetta was like her, so was Urd, save for being male. The elder at that
pedestrian crossing was no different, even greater in spirit.
What if the elder was Hopi or Taino? Rosetta was about to discover true
meaning in and of science! — SH.
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