This vast canvas
takes my breath away
as a free
It is Primed with some new unnamed color:
pink and purple come to some new truce
a hard-won understanding…
The color of love
and the color of blood
in the background.
And these sparse clouds in the foreground
are grated steel raked unevenly across
the enormous sky.
Yes, I am made small in it.
But I am also reformed
or reminded of my true form.
and I fit in some small place perfectally
I am both lifted out of my car cruising in the traffic on the freeway
and I am left here, where I was
where I am.
At the bottom of the frame
these little buildings stretch up into the tableau
like toddler-fingers unaware
are about to smudge