Black Marks (2023)
Did you know, or perhaps you’ve just forgotten
that communion’s an intimate act
an exchange, sublime, expressing thoughts
and feelings that we hold?
And how is it
like tumbling waters on the page
black marks
can shape, move and overflow
the realm we hold within?
And why is it that we look
to lofty mountains, open skies
snow on balsam fir
Flowered gardens
Autumn light
shadowed birds in flight
And somehow feel
the presence there
hear the voice of life?
How is it
this mystery
can live upon the page?
Stir our common sympathy?
Sing its sounds for us?
I’ll tell you why:
its here we find
our better selves.
Nature never lies.