{poetry}

If you take the bottom to be the earth

If you take the bottom to be the earth
The folds are leaves of grass, a pale green
On the pure cotton white
Then there are the thickest branches
Angling off into wild sharp curvy lines
Wind locked into solid, hard like
Something between stone and earth
Twisting up to flowery sweetness, twice
Like ripples getting larger and more
Intricate near the edges
The sky spread out in that same cotton white
With clouds darker, but pale, and lined with shadows

If you take the two to be the trees
There must of course be birds, twittering
If you wish the wind it will whisper by
On sheets of air, rippling the light
Reflecting off the hazy halo of hers and his
Trees illustrated across the sky
From simple earth to brightness close to wind
Browns and beiges mixing in with blues
With long stretches of white and dull sunset orange

A painting, simply
In three dimensions
With paint both wet and dry
And moving parts besides
Light spreads across them, filling every crevice
Like morning on a rockface
Bodies brightening to wind, passing through the leaves.

12/11/2014