(inspired by a Georgia O’Keefe exhibit)
To live with curve
and stroke the rim of
moon, snail, socket;
To clothe oneself in black
and see the Other everywhere;
Shape palm to egg
and know implicitly
everything is touching,
infinite, fragile.
The dune is shifting,
sifting, draping.
Georgia’s soul moves with it.
I feel beautiful and faceless;
as if she is painting me.