Poem: Circling the house, removed from kingdom

 

Josef Breitenbach (photograph), JOSEF ALBERS’S COLOR-THEORY CLASS AT THE 1944 SUMMER ART INSTITUTE, BLACK MOUNTAIN COLLEGE, 1944 [Institute of Contemporary Art, Boston, MA]

All these forms of worship

amongst obsolete objects

a cube, a cross, gelignite or drone

yet my devotion is dynamic

I sift through ashes

to find teeth.

 

Belief- the sweetest science

akin to the virtues of memory

 

for example;

I saw the waves as sleepy,

lazy, lapping the lip of the shore

 

you saw something worthy

sacred, blue almighty,

moving in motion of flow

 

thus a shared memory is never equal

and belief repeated morphs into magic or miracle.

 

I am not lost!

I just don’t know where I am going

that itself is a form of knowing.