once in a while when surrounded by night
grey hums partings the gouache’d space
rumors pushing forward
twisting strokes
believing in men
their fever
their time
single eyeing
the color the form
the cell of God reverberating
and it’s there
in the frame
where everything becomes sculptured
faith marveling
faith flaming evermore
like a kite made of blue plush
o’ what a thrill
straight from the heart
flapping like hats celebrate imagination
be still let me tickle you
count with me
let me see what you have learned
my sensitivities cheek here
palpitating the free light
your earthly feet that i adore
mothering my collar
enchanting my posture
the secret stirring of your laughter
my clear stream
my children . .
