Wednesday, April 08, 2020

(On apprehending a painting by Gert Jacobson)

As molecules of water
gather to form drops,
swell to puddles,
converge in streams,
meet in tides,

dots
merge in eyes,
shaping persons
recognize one another,
unite in an ocean of knowing.

Awareness distends,
embraces a source,
a history, a hope.
The knowing redounds,
becomes them.

Drops scatter and meld,
dots separate and mingle,
not yet knowing but somehow certain
each is what was and what will be.

In each I am.