Tuesday closest far-moon

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Full moons get all the attention, but tonight’s moon has the distinction of being the closest far-moon of the year, which is worth noting.

And now a word from poet Ted Kooser:

How many moons have I been too busy to notice? Full moons, half moons, quarter moons facing those thousands of suns, watching them bringing the years up, one piece at a time. Even the dark phases of moon after moon, gray stoppers plugged into a starry sky, letting a little light leak out around the edges. By my reckoning, almost a thousand full moons have passed above me now, and I have been too busy and self-absorbed to be thankful for more than a few, though month after month they have patiently laid out my shadow, that velvet cloak that in the moonlit evening waits for me.

p. 3 of The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book

Photo credit: Ralph Miner, closest far moon photo taken on June 23, 2015

Last night’s strawberry moon (with a side of Questions Before Dark)

moon
Day ends, and before sleep
when the sky dies down,
consider your altered state:
has this day changed you?
Are the corners sharper or rounded off?
Did you live with death?
Make decisions that quieted?
Find one clear word that fit?
At the sun’s midpoint did you notice a pitch of absence,
bewilderment that invites the possible?
What did you learn from things you dropped
and picked up and dropped again?
Did you set a straw parallel to the river,
let the flow carry you downstream?

– Jeanne Lohmann, Questions Before Dark, from The Light of Invisible Bodies: Poems

Photo credit: Mike McDowell

My answers to the above:

Are the corners sharper or rounded off?   Rounded off

Did you live with death? Yep. My fleeting thoughts of death prompted me to make a mental note to take my vitamins more frequently.

Make decisions that quieted? Hmmm. My decision to buy water balloons for the kids quieted them. Does that count?

Find one clear word that fit? Sprezzatura

At the sun’s midpoint did you notice a pitch of absence, bewilderment that invites the possible? I did, actually, as I was sitting outside at noon eating lunch at work. 

What did you learn from things you dropped and picked up and dropped again? That I really should call the help desk because the spreadsheet didn’t save correctly even after I picked it up and dropped it again, so to speak.

Did you set a straw parallel to the river, let the flow carry you downstream? Yes, while youngest daughter’s flurry of texts came after school seeking approval for spontaneous park excursion with her friends. Just went with the flow of her energy.