I’ve spent ages this week thinking about a text to echo the photograph of Moon & Water. Several poems unearthed but inadequate for my Moon feelings.
Then last night in bed, I turned my head towards the three large windows, to my left. The house is over 100 years old. Black painted wooden eaves hunch over the window. Beyond, an 100 year Lawsonian pine. Here a Tawny Owl calls at dusk or dawn.
And THERE WAS THE MOON. Beaming, BEAMING white light into my room. At 3 o’clock it had moved to the third window. At 5am it was out of sight.
All the writing and images in this edition of TIA, tell of human interventions with WATER. The musing you’re reading now, dwells on the miracle of water and miraculous tides drawn to bulge, by the miraculous Moon.
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