CRAFT AND SPIRIT

CRAFT AND SPIRIT
FRAGMENTS OF A WHOLE

The moon is arching itself into a new form tonight. Its sharp nails reach further, stretching, aching for new life, reflecting a past form. The clouds enshrining it refract like a hand plunging into the water. The sun sank only a few moments ago, emerald and a shadowed navy left to bisect the sky. A sky fragmented with shredded clouds, and a sharp crescent moon. I was driving back to where I was staying after working at the restaurant.

Here is where thoughts roam and play freely. My mind threw countless images, travelers crossing my headspace. A young Matt, whose eyes, only brown then, penetrate a cloudy sky with his gaze, summoning his destined dragon. Staff in hand, waiting, hopeful for his normal life to become less than normal. Hours fly away, and clouds part revealing the sun, yet no dragon hurdled to the ground from the sky. He placed the staff back in the garage, pulling the screen door open, and taking in the stale air of an AC-filled home, he knew dragons could come at any time, prepared or not, for better or for worse.

I’m unaware of when my eyes changed color. Or rather, I’m unaware of when I collected an emerald green in them. Driving, I imagined when I realized this change. It was in my apartment on a sunny day in NYC. Sun peaked through a narrow portion of my large windows. It snuck in at an angle around a towering building directly in front of my window. These few hours of sunlight in my room in the morning were hours I remember fondly.

I had the day off, and nothing to do. After writing my morning pages, eating breakfast, and just having showered, I sat peering at myself in the mirror in my room. I was naked except for a towel. In trying to figure out what to do for my day, I procrastinated instead, unchanging, unchanged, making faces to myself in a mirror. The sun rose higher and I moved closer to the mirror, something caught my eye. My eyes carried an emerald green surrounding a light brown that surrounded my pupil.

When had the color of my eyes fragmented? All the times I looked closely at my eyes, I only saw brown, a plain dirt-colored brown. I always hated how plain it was, I wanted blue, or hazel. Now I carry Central Heterochromia. A big word, just meaning I now carry two colors in both of my eyes. I got what I asked for in a sense.

All that I am now is the sum of many parts. Fragmenting, combining, discourse, dragons. The new moon retrieves the kindling to ignite the current waxing crescent moon. As it shines now, its sharp tendrils look like talons. My dragon may be with me now, for better or worse. In many cases, I’ve gotten what I wished for. For better or for worse.

A story for another time.