New Moon, January 24, 2020
Foundling winter moon
as new as a river hushed in ice
running all quiet & brown
cattail, caribou or bats quiver
in almost-light under a great distance.
We look into the fire
for ashen moon traces.
We yelp & cuddle
calling were-strangers in close
to feed necessary demons
their requisite fear & doubt
as they ghost through lean & fair.
Our world has changed
& we are the world
so we are undergoing & going under
the spell of our species unknowing ourself
gone deep into a geologic weirding
we done did & continue doing—
hold loose all you hold, Dear, &
be at heart leveled with your loves.
Take measure of your waste stream
replace plastic single-use idolatrous affairs
with something from your hands
(eat with your fingers again!)
bring everything to the giveaway
& be serious fun while shimmering.
Turn around as a world awake
walking walking walking
the end uncannily open
a dark road in dark time
reassure your animal self:
text: Qayyum Johnson
painting: Suiko McCall. Fits Into Spacelessness, 2018. Ink on paper, 14×12″.