The Sand Hill Review               http://www.sandhillreview.org              2009

 

 

 

 

 Imagining Creation

 

You have your brush.  You have your colors.  Paint paradise. Now go in.

                                                                                                - Kazantzakis

 

In certainty of her

 

             eye’s viridian gleam

 

      gloss and flush arrange themselves,

 

            stars and fishes swim

 

particular firmaments.

 

            Grip    the brush

                                    the  need

 

            cerulean

                        crimson

                                    bronze lift.

 

           

Tang and burn  marry

 

                        the orb    its twin hinged knuckle

 

                              murmur   together

 

     beyond    gravity

 

                        a  universe      quite near         

 

arced   hand  emerges         inexplicable

 

                                    fixing    color      to   form

 

               grace.

 

Meg Withers