Year
In the shorter light,
in the extended night of
cold and star-bright questions,
may you cast
clumsy net forward
into what it all might mean
to fretted you,
to me, stretched
canvas, though I will
not thrust these
words upon your
paint or palette but
make offering for
your own work
to feed us through
the eyes;
perhaps time
to remount the horse
and soldier on,
or to fall again,
gain Damascus perspective,
from one's
back watch vision
distort massive
horse
into a God
receding
into
necessary
darkness
foregoing
image to
see what may form in the spreading dirt,
what resurrection there is in the smell of paint.
in the extended night of
cold and star-bright questions,
may you cast
clumsy net forward
into what it all might mean
to fretted you,
to me, stretched
canvas, though I will
not thrust these
words upon your
paint or palette but
make offering for
your own work
to feed us through
the eyes;
perhaps time
to remount the horse
and soldier on,
or to fall again,
gain Damascus perspective,
from one's
back watch vision
distort massive
horse
into a God
receding
into
necessary
darkness
foregoing
image to
see what may form in the spreading dirt,
what resurrection there is in the smell of paint.