Monday, May 16, 2022

Canyon Road, Santa Fe

The river's edge must be purple in the landscapes,
The gorges must resemble female forms,
What these galleries present looks nothing like 
What it looks like, but what it is, a version of the human,
Wearing spirit on its sleeve. Do these complete
The scene as they would match pueblo decor?

No one knows, viewer or painter, though they know
Somehow they like it, it prompts some chord
That couldn't sound before, an embodiment 
Of flight for what only leaves the ground
In our minds, sacred containers
Always emptying, emptying.