12/27
Sonnets From Other Lives: Angel

The vision will emerge from knife & brush
onto the canvas in waves as when time
folds from contemplation into rush
of colored locomotion through his mind.
Change will be subject & the light
waves’ choice reflections on the eye.
But this painting will put up a fight.
It laughs at him--at everything he tries.
The colors darken—become melancholic—
the line turns jagged—geometric—forced
into language—remotely symbolic—
Angel lets the process take its course
until he steps away to stare at the divide
between the picture & the vision locked inside.