8/29/02 5:02:13 AM

Grey

Questions my companions, and cats.

We make art, not me.

Wonder saves my soul from atrophy,

Wonder buoys my brain and

Keeps it bobbing, alive on flux.

Flux and questions comprise the tide

ceaseless as any I have witnessed.

I stand on the sand and I’m rocking

Grief to sleep in my arms.

The world turns sideways;

I wonder on night. I’ve not managed

The black as well as the light,

Or the light as well as the black,

or the grey that leaks into

and out of the days like water –

Grey flows warm flux. Inevitable

as any tide, any sunrise,

any turtle in any sky.

Full of itself offered a medium.

See what can you do

with grey

Hand me a brush, we’ll paint.

We’ll see.

amen

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