Lay Down

orange as

paint’s reply to sunset
on a day of tornadoes
                                  touch by touch

the brush wets canvas          invention’s
slash of colors

apple knob
                 banana moon
       Saturn stripes

paint by paint
more palpable than nature.

We know
              we know

the adamant whimsical mind
(not confusion
                      not shaming muddles)

colors life brighter than real
to reach through.

We may shadow anyone.
Let the screens shadow the strokes
of our hands
across screens            shadow.

The replicating strand
magicks fruits

                                     sky.
                   turbulence

wheat fields

[I wrote this poem in the summer of 2010, discovered it online yesterday, still searching for the inspirational photograph]