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by Fabrice Schomberg

I was up on a tree one day in the dark
when a stranger approached me with something in his bag.

  He said he noticed that I was in obscurity and that he had a moon, that he would like to offer it to me if I'd like to have it. I said thank you very much but I am happy in the obscurity and have no need for such a moon and wished him a pleasant day.

  Are you sure he said, he could hang it there or there he said and offered to do so, well that's fine if you'd like to I said, however as I said before I have no need for your moon, I'm happy on my tree in the dark and he placed it up in the sky. It was pitch black from my tree and suddenly it was very bright, too bright in fact I told him, your moon, it's too big and too bright, it makes too much light, take it away, I thanked him again for his trouble, I have no need for your moon I told him as I have all I need, which is nothing, please take it away and I wished him a good day. So he took the moon from the sky, placed it back into his bag and wondered off.

  I had no need for the moon from the stranger that was passing by, but the next day he reappeared as he did before telling me that he had made some adjustments to his moon and that he wanted to give it to me, that perhaps now I'd be interested in his moon as I was right the day before, it was too big and too bright. I made it otherwise he said, now it was not too big nor too bright and made much less light, he said it could brighten up the place a bit as it was very dark in my dwelling. But I had no need for his moon and was happy up on my tree in the dark, I had all I need, which was nothing.

  He offered once more to hang it up to see if I liked it, which I did, and in fact it was as he had said, slightly smaller and made much less light swiftly illuminating my dwelling, not too big nor too bright as he said, however, I was happy on my tree in the dark and needed no moon from this stranger that was passing by. Thank you very much I said, but I had no need for it and praised him a good day. So he took his moon from the sky, placed it in his bag and wondered off.

  The following day which was now the next, the same sole stranger came by again, offering me his moon, a moon which I did not need, he said that he now changed the moon, not it's form but it can now move. He said that I was right not wanting the moon the previous day, that even though the moon was smaller and made much less light it was static and did not move, this one moved from left to right like an arch and that by making the moon move like in an archway, it could change the brightness of my scenery and I could see all around me.

  I really didn't want to insult this stranger after all the trouble and effort he had made to make his moon accordingly, and said that it is nice, however unfortunately, I really didn't need his moon. He insisted I'd give him a chance, since he had made these remarkable adjustments and it was true, it now did not only shine and simply stay there but it also moved as he said in an arch form changing the light and atmosphere of my dwelling all around, it was wonderful I now not only could see all around me but all around my tree. However I politely said, this was all very nice, but I had no need for such a moon and was very sorry as I am happy on my tree in the dark and I have all I need which is nothing, the stranger seemed a bit disappointed after all he had invested and put his craftsmanship into making this moon. I felt sorry for him, yet I really did not have a need for this moon. So I begged him a good day, the stranger caught the moon in flight, placed it in his bag and wondered off.

  It was now the fourth day since the stranger had first appeared, he came back with a twinkled glimpse in his eye, as he had made another adjustment to his moon and it seemed that he was very happy with it, he mentioned that I was right again not wanting the moon from the day before and that even though the previous moon was more interesting than the first and second by not being static, the moon itself was still quite static and that now he had made it vibrant and gave it some life, he took it out of his bag, it was a black moon, one I could not see, an invisible moon, then with a smile gave it a spin, the moon twirled and gradually moved like an arch from left to right, forming a crescent smile that gradually lit up the rest of the moon till it dimmed again with another crescent smile to the other side. I said, oh this is magnificent, never have I seen such beautiful sight from my tree, it was wonderful, I can see all around me and all around my tree, it lights up then dims, wonderful, a perfect moon just as it is today, however as I told you before, am very happy here on my tree in the dark, and I have all I need, which is nothing, I do not want your moon, and before I could carry on saying a thing of what I had in mind to tell him of how I'm sorry for the trouble he had gone through making me this moon, a perfect moon one I did not even want, he again packed up his moon, seemed discouraged and again headed off to the same direction he had always seemed to be heading, it's nice up here on the tree you know, I told him as he was going.

  By now I did thought once or twice about acquiring this moon, if not to have it but at least to help this stranger raise his moon, after all I did praise his workmanship and all the effort he had gone through and he invested with so much dedication into this moon, but still I found no use for it, if not to have it but at least to help part this nice stranger from his self given duty and let him carry on with whatever he would like to do.

  The first Moon was too big and too bright, the second, not so big nor too bright, the third moved from left to right and the fourth even occasionally smiled.

  The next day which was now the fifth, in the dark, he came back from the same direction he always came from, with the same bag he had carried and with the same glance and walk. Before I got the chance to say anything, he said, don't worry, I have not made any changes to the moon you saw yesterday as it is still the same one and I won't be offering it to you today, however, couldn't help wondering as to why you keep on saying that you were happy on your tree even though your in the dark. Well your welcome to come up if you like I told him and welcomed him up to the tree where I was on, and he placed his moon in the sky and climbed up.

  So what do you do all day here he asked, well not much I told him, I think about life, and come to think of it if there were a moon in the sky I'd have to think about life a bit more, is that why you don't want my moon he asked? Not at all I replied, the reason I don't want your moon, is just as I told you before, I am happy here on the tree in dark and I have all I need which is nothing and to be honest I don't even know what the moon does, what's it function.

  I see he said, he seemed surprised I had no idea what the moon did and with regained inspiration once more, he said, I shall come back tomorrow anew, to show you what the moon can do, so as he climbed down the tree and was getting ready to head back to wherever he was going to or came from, when he reached to get the moon from the sky, it was not there, he could not see it, he had not given it a spin and it was still a black moon one which we could not see, he could no longer find his moon as it was not lit up, oh no he said, after all this work and now I lost it, don't worry I told him, it's still here I reassured him, even though we can't see it, the moon is still above, I shall get off my tree and look for it for you, come back and I hope to find it by the morrow.

  A little reassured he hoped for the best and went on his way with an empty bag, I got off my tree to look for the lost moon. Although I could not see the moon I knew it was there which gave me a kind of reassurance, one I didn't have before I knew of this moon that was made just for me, now it accompanied me even though I didn't want or need it, I sometimes guessed where it could be and if would suddenly appear and show it's light upon my whereabouts, however it didn't, and then it started to get cloudy and then it started to rain so I went back to the cover of my tree and fell asleep.

  The day after that the stranger woke me up under the tree, well did you find it he said, and just as he said that, there it appeared with a smile, great he said let go then, go where I asked, well you were kind enough to invite me to your tree, I would like to invite you to the moon, and he took out a stick from his same bag he had brought with him all this time and the stick went all the way up to the moon and from the moon I saw the sun, the sun! I've forgotten all about the sun, yes he said, what the moon does it reflect sunlight, to moonlight, shining on your tree. Sunlight, moonlight, shining on my tree, coming down from the moon on the sixth day I thought to myself, how nice it would be to know that wherever I might be and even in the dark you can have some light, and on the Seventh day,

there was light.

copyright © 2007 Fabrice Schomberg

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