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Apologies.

Today I was going to apologise to all those that have read my drivel over the past weeks. Sorry but I have changed my mind. I did not ask anyone to read that which comes from my slightly mad brain, After all it is in my opinion your own fault for reading rubbish. Especially rubbish that I have taken upon myself to write.

Apart from that I write nonsense for a friend of mine who resides in the ancient city of Calcutta In India. The name of my friend is bishu, bishu is an excellent poet and has many of his poems in Postpoems.org as well as in Facebook. We both love the English Language. I write nonsense for my friend and for this reason there will be no apologies from my end.

What if instead of an apology I write some more of my nonsense, I could tell you of one of my dreams. In this my dream the sun shot intense rays of heat at the moon. The moon to get away from the heat being shot at it decided to move well away from the sun. In doing so she left her normal path and was nowhere to be seen. No!  Nowhere on this our Earth that we only know because the moon’s light enables us to find our ways at night or in the period of darkness. I decided that this was my chance to become an international hero.

How does one become an international hero? As you can see I now have a problem as they say in Houston USA. My first thought was to pray, that is to say a prayer to some God or another asking him or her to bring back our moon. Note I say our moon not my moon. Oh! No the moon does not belong to me. The moon belongs to all that reside on Earth even the animal and insect world.

Prayer has not helped the moon is not where she should be. Why did I say not where she should be? Perhaps the moon is male and then it would of course have been not where he should be. Think about other examples, ships most ships are called she but most ships are built by men so why not call ships by a man’s name? Again another puzzle waiting to be solved.

I have no space ship so it stands to reason that I cannot go looking for the moon, this I am sorry to say has really spoiled my chance to become an international hero. Damn it why is it always me that cannot be what I want to be.

I wonder how many scientists are trying to work out why the moon has vanished. I could tell them about the sun’s heat and of the moon moving away from the sun but would anyone believe me. More to the point would you the reader of this scribble believe me? I think not no one believes anything that I say and that is another reason why I am not going to apologise for my nonsensical rubbish that I feel compelled to write day after day, greetings from your scribbler in chief Bern.