ONCE IN A BLUE MOON

A moon is a cheese, a polka-dotted cheese, Swiss cheese, a target of bullet holes into the cheese, into the moon, which is it a full or new moon? Is the moon a feminine entity and the sun male? Every one hundred years a solar eclipse, a sun that is sin and the moon hides it. Not to look directly at the sun but okay to look at the moon. She will not hurt you, her rays will not blind you.

Hansel and Gretel found their way home watching moonlight reflecting on bread crumbs turned into a pathway for them to follow. A wicked witch who baked cake to feed them and they pushed her into her oven head first. A moon's light instead that saved them, a pathway in a different direction away from the witch. The pathway home.

A cow's cheese moon, a cow that jumped over the moon. Walking on the moon, no gravity, a Neil Armstrong, a strong-armed man no guns allowed, just a Shofar ram's horn aloud, a sword that is wooden a sword not sharp, a sword of a Halloween costume, a pirate's sword, a kid's toy.

A blue moon, a once in a blue moon, not once a month, every 100 years an eclipse, a reflection of your goodness as the moon is new without blemish, a new moon, a Jewish Rosh Chodesh moon.

A fight between King David and Jonathan, a fight that turns them into best friends. The truest form of friendship, not of Tamar and her brother Amnon, but of David and Jonathan. Brothers in a brotherhood, a unity of enemies becoming pals, companions, blood brothers, landsmen shaking hands as jumping on or over the moon.

A full moon not worshiped by witches or warlocks, a moon as a satellite around and around your head, a halo, a wish upon the moon, a blessing to you on Rosh Chodesh from a land of friendship, a herd of kosher milking cows that put an end to thirsting, water from a rock, a rock n' roll, Atlas pushing a boulder to the top of Mount Sinai as slow as a snail, with only one blue thread, wandering, wondering, wonderfully winning the race.

Is it a "Sin" or is it a "Shin"?