(Torres Strait language for full moon)
New crescent moon
Rising at dawn, a silver sliver
Trailing the bright orb in its waxing
Reaching the first quarter
Emerging languorously at midday
Gibbously glorious.
Obtusely angled
Daily later and larger
Luminous in its swelling
Competing with its gravitational star
Entering the sky at dusk.
Pink moon
Fulsomely round, facing off sun
Sprouting grass and egg moon
Packed with new life
Hanging large and unreal
First nations see
Fish become moon as waters rise,
Swelling tides
Giz meb
Falling tides as bright circle shrinks
To third quarter, last
Chasing fish to nets
Waning to a silent midnight arrival
Ready to rise again
An Easter moon.