|Starry Night Over the Rhone by Vincent van Gogh|
Stardust I’m told, but also a river—
A flowing body of ice cold water
and still more—its warm bedrock container.
Perception, true, but also awareness
that neither adds nor subtracts, but receives
and releases without straining borders.
You are clarity without consumption
and questions with time-sensitive answers—
not a sculptor with quickly setting clay.
Your presence meets mine (!) mixed media,
lively protean sensibility
coming / going simultaneously.
What you are is kindred and kind to me
inviting me to be quite near or far
as led, not judging where that should take us.
What you are is artist, is magician,
is director, is performance itself,
and a sometime audience witnessing.