Judy Brackett
SYZYGY: THE FULL LONG NIGHTS MOON
Farmer yoked to plow to horse to straight furrows that
run from barn to drying-up creek Barefoot girl old
dog at her side leans against a leaning fence The
three a kind of Earth drawn to this strange moon in dry
December air
This is the night the world might end
the night the world should end and the wobbly Earth shrink
from light to shade to darkest night evaporate
There’ll be no pain no sorrow not a whimper just
momentary clarity then oblivion
Jupiter that
old bully pulls and everything begins to end
The farmer dead to the world cries out from his green
dream The horse in his cheerless stall shuffles nickers
a low response
The girl smells wood smoke tastes honey The dog quivers
gives a silent cold howl lies at her feet and they
watch the Full Long Nights Moon turn fire red and the flames
flicker and die swallowing the night and soon all
the lights go out.
Judy Brackett lives in a small town in the California foothills of the northern Sierra Nevada. Her poems have appeared in California Fire & Water, Epoch, The Maine Review, Commonweal, Midwest Review, The Midwest Quarterly, Subtropics, Cultural Weekly, Crab Orchard Review, and elsewhere. She is a member of The Community of Writers. Her poetry chapbook, Flat Water: Nebraska Poems, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2019.