18 May 2012
DIARY, KŌANGA (SPRING)
Soothed by the golden trembling of evening light from where the drawn window drapes have parted at the hip in a tender breeze, scooping frozen pillows of raspberry ice cream from grandmother’s parfait glasses, perched precariously on the arm rest of the sofa, one naked foot grazing the berber rug of the darkened den.
Drinking in the philosophy of the sea, waves frothing through the esophagus, I am drunk on milk moonlight, dizzy with the bliss of intoxicating fresh air. Our ancestors gave names to the moon, forgotten. Flower Moon, for the month of May, Strawberry Moon in June, in January, Wolf Moon, Snow Moon for February. How beautiful is it, to crane your neck to the moon and call it by name? Old friend.
P.S. A list of full moon names and their meanings, for all months, can be found here.
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Photos by Elliot Michael Fairhurst