/ out of the earth like innocent serpents set to strike.
/ Their folded, poisoned heads assume
/ an attitude of piety; humility…
She walks on the charred ground, wings of smoke
/ from the bones of her home rising.
/ ‘Here was, there used to be,…
O little daughter of delight / and grave and lovely growing girl / Years after year you see the white…
You prefer the murk of details to the vision complete,
/ incident to…
Happy is the man who knows that little is more than enough.
/ He is deaf to the hindrance of plenty.
/ He herds,…
He thought of so many ways to make this
/ (veined wing, weightless thing),
/ walked in nothingness dreaming.
/ Gathered and tossed stars like coins…
For Colin McCahon
/ artist’s studio
/ a beach home
/ house in the jungle
/ hacking shapes till
/ words formed like leaves
/ but urgently since
/ tomorrow will be