I do not remember at what age I first became aware of the moon— but its presence remains a constant source of inspiration, directly and indirectly metaphoric. A subtle off the cuff comment to spark a poem’s beginnings. Or a symbolic layering of archetypes as in building a temple, a reverence to the Unknown. The Hidden. The Presence.
•31/ A joy exists peeling back spring onions in warm water— seeking the innder pale essence of being, layers of past lives removed slowly— •