This year we close out the year tonight with the full moon in Cancer. It’s called the “Cold Moon,” in some places. According to the Old Farmer’s Almanac, it also contains other names that allude to the cold and snow that include: Drift Clearing Moon (Cree), Frost Exploding Trees Moon (Cree), Moon of the Popping Trees (Oglala), Hoar Frost Moon (Cree), Snow Moon (Haida, Cherokee), and Winter Maker Moon (Western Abenaki). It’s a nice closure to 2020. Full moons in astrology are about releases. I think many people might have things they want to release this year. I chose this short and simple poem I wrote a long time ago for today because, for me, it’s about time moving forward. We might stand still for periods of time, things change, but time it continues to move forward.
Twilage from the bathroom window,
The anticipatory advance of an oncoming car descending
Down a deserted mountain road.
A locked stairwell creaks with expectation,
An artist holds a brush, drips paint on the floor
Without caution or recognition,
Heedlessly things are moving forward.
A mustang’s gallop becomes rhythmic stride,
Dust unsettles beneath its hooves,
The artist’s eyes go from blink to deep freeze.
The car accelerates.
He has locked himself in the bathroom to freeze time,
To immobilize color,
To disengage himself from blue scenery.
A white lace curtain stands still,
The mustang leaps forward,
The headlights blind,
The paintbrush drops,
The car swerves and fades,
The bathroom floor is stained forever
The white lace curtain stands still.
The dust resettles itself.