Full Moon Rising

Well I've been inspired. Time to bring this baby back-to-life. Southern style - fried guinea pig and too much rice.

Between writing e-mails, posting pictures and trying to remember where I am, this feels like the most efficient and A.D.D-friendly way of sharing the moments.

So like a beautiful-creature and friend of mine, whose words inspired me to start this again, so did this full Andean moon last night over Otuzco Peru. I'm sure it rose just for us roof-top lovers and felion companions. And it in turn, inspired these words.

Otuzco nights

Otuzco Nights

The city sighs,

Childhood clamour, full-bellied hollers

snatched up by a concrete rooftop draft-

Almond-wide eyes, insatiable glee

-beckon the younger from plates of cold yucca and rice

to rutted cobble-stone lanes before sleep. 

Shadows of unsatisfied strays

between resolute sweet-vendors strewn,

casing gritty streets and mandarin lights

irradiate under a white Andean moon.

Sweet eucalyptus and late day cinders

Ground coca and charred sandalwood

temper dark chocolate walls –

melting five broad shouldered sierras

proudly hampered, cast aside -misunderstood.

Mothers with ladles, stained blouses, sweated brows

gather dewed wash from sagging terraced-lines

swinging small sweaters, socks and worn jumpers

to another night’s thin-air lullaby.