Senses of the Full Moon

Senses of the Full Moon

I met a young woman what seems like a long time ago who said she,

“rolls the moon in between her lashes.”

Those words felt like moonrise
Felt like whole oceans could ebb and flow with every blink
Felt like I could hold that kind of wholeness in my vision too

Those words tasted like conversation under starlight
Tasted like fresh water on longing skin
Tasted like rain on Mamane blossoms

Those words sounded like palila wings flying through ancient forests
Sounded like the first snowfall meeting the waters of waiau like pa‘akai on stone
Sounded like a thousand pū echoing on the tallest cliffs

Those words looked like watching the eclipse through ‘ōhi‘a silhouettes
Looked like the swell crashing on new land
Looked like my own light shining even when my eyes were closed
Looked like Makali’i rising welcoming in Lono season

“rolls the moon in between her lashes.”

She does
You do
I do

Māhinahina ka pahu