New Moon, April 22, 2020
It’s time to Moon Up.
No excuses. Heart break gerund.
Heartbreaking, breaking open.
New Moon, folks.
Are we going to return
to broken ways?
Action verb. Metrics:
Width of Grief
is Depth of Love.
It’s Lovers Moon, y’all. Old re-
lations, new shapes, new
forms, new expressions, new
courage to love.
Courage To Love is attention
directed intention, kinship.
A ship of interwoven species,
together in the open—
a storm brewing under
a spring new moon
wholly wrack, wholly ruin, wholly
new-old ways of care-
taking reality. First the sadness,
the bone-loss ache, the alienation,
the chaos wind, the violence immanent
throughout human societies, the trauma
locked in our bodies, songs caught in throats
the fear of falling, of not-enough, of dis-grace.
Holy aria of longing, once begun,
must lead to courage-to-act.
Whatever moon, whatever contradictions, whatever
gets us closer to real listening
whatever calls us to wholly grieve is also
what might awaken us from the dream
of new & old, empty & full.
& moment again
Moment by moment love widens
the field, seeds summer growth,
sweetens a dark harvest.
Text by Qayyum Johnson
Painting by Suiko McCall “She Who Leans Down from the Sky”, 2019. 60×30″, Ink on paper. Suiko.art