POETRY

Sturgeon Moon

Full moon fever

cyanotype print (on fabric, with stitching) by author

Belly white
yellow in the tooth
strong swim across
a cloudless sky
caught in the reef
of tree branches
refreshed by darkness
we hide inside
from that daytime
punisher of heat
but will venture out
for your reflective
shine, scaly bright
making faces
in the dark

I feel like I am floundering in the tumble of days here at the end of summer before school starts, so I’ve lost track of time and monthly rhythm. BUT the other night I looked out the window and realized there was a full moon. The Farmer’s Almanac tells me we will get a blue moon at the end of the month, too — ooh! Here’s to getting back into the swing of things and to responding to the days as I find them!

Thank you, readers!