By Everett Wilson
The darkness that frames the swirling layers of silhouette
that frames the darkness.
The suggestion of a kneeling figure?
The suggestion of a downturned face?
The lines and curves need only be
lines and curves, abstract shapes and forms.
The contours of pinks and golds and yellows
are their own pleasure.
But always I return to the suggestion of a downturned face
waiting for the contoured colors to dissolve, perhaps,
so that the darkness within is freed, enveloped
by the darkness without, the darkness
waiting.
