Paper Moon on a Cardboard Sky
NPR’s “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me” was crooning into my ear and Mo Rocco’s mock nostalgia had an unexpected effect as I was walking down our neighborhood one night. “It’s all a paper moon on a cardboard sky.”
It springed to mind large cardboard stands behind the buildings I was passing that could simply be collapsed and folded up. I imagined a 100 strings falling from the sky yanking up all the people walking, talking, fighting and laughing around me. What if the moon could be unclipped and the stars plucked and swept away? What if the sky and the hard earth could be rolled up and stored away in blue and brown coloured canisters? What if it was possible to tilt the oceans and rivers into a jug to re-use for later?