POETRY - About a Painter

About a Painter

I still think of him

As a mortal         As a god

Fondly, still

Still waters

Flowing, dreamlike, under the surface

Glowing, radiating

And, as always, I smile

I remember how free, how full my heart could feel

Bursting at unforeseeable moments

Just to remember a gesture of his hand

Or a kind and knowing inflection in his voice

A certain color on his brush

The movement across a canvas

A knowing so deep, he can’t touch it

Only let it find its own way out

Into the world for me to find and the let the movement within

Touch me.  Affect me.  Change me,

In a sanctuary within me so deep I can’t touch it

But let it find its own way in

3/6/97

Mackenzie Littledale