Vermilion Flycatcher Moon
Full Moon April 26, 2021
Dearest Light On Water, heartmind collector,
You called in a space within emptiness, a body.
And you sighted it & found a name & set it flying.
The spread black fan of mourning doves.
Without your bright mind—
I don’t know, I don’t know.
There is no flower like you in the snow or desert,
no cinnabar lacquered wood bowl
buried before Buddha in China
near a village by a stream called Tenderness—
There is no way to get beyond, really.
Only gaps & knotholes in the time-fence— glimpses,
delirious momentariness like the familiar mockingbird
changes that serenaded us night & day
within the coolness & heat in which we arrived,
all of it—the flashing wishes—near to hand.
Until the nightflowers gift their evanescent lilt
the world’s senses rasp weak, without air-music—
Beloved, you are a garden of unspeakable sensation
a saguaro bloom vibrating bat tones
a cereus calling all the lonely pollinators.
Moonglass, moonmirror, moonwind,
may I give you these shining displays
to make marks upon, to nectar-dust?
May I bowerbird your gaze & praise
you in a bricolage display of birth & death?
May we catch silhouettes ourselves
out in the clear deep open beyond
& settle down by the fire there
colored red as the molten within.
Poem by Qayyum Johnson
Painting by Suiko McCall. Filling a Silver Bowl with Snow, 2018. Ink on paper, 15×15″. suiko.art