ALL THAT IS KNOWN

You
are all the fire
in me. I drink you deep
and watch it disappear
inside me
as if it has been always
home.

I could ask or answer
any question
and still not know
the reasons
for all that is known
as if it were my own hand
or voice. I breathe

the fire of your vision.
I am purified. I clear
a space upon the palette
for your paint and watch
my own hand move in yours.
You
are all the fire in me.

© Joan Barton, 1997