Consider the Shadow-Rain of Guernica
In hanging gardens & multi-dimensional language,
in empathetic irrigation of the human-heart,
in roots shaped like geometrical echoes,
consider intention.
Consider a symmetrical sun, almond-yellow, radiating the sky
buoyant as a cloak reconfigured by the wind
& reconfiguring a composition: the human heart
unfolding like origami or a magician’s flower bouquet.
Roots drip amber-nectar-sundrops
disguising archeological diagrams of the human heart
with geometrical echoes.
Consider intentions.
Consider soil trailing tendrils as it climbs the clay wall.
Consider two-dimensional projections of Guernica (the painting)
hovering face down.
Consider negative space in the X-rays,
thin wires tightened floor to ceiling,
a cloud of static pressed flat.
Consider the shadow-rain of Guernica.
Consider the surface of mirrors.
Along the ruined street
a young Palestinian father in a backwards baseball cap
carries his child wrapped head to toe in white cloth
up to his waist in waters gushing from concrete pipes
smashed to rubble.
Two actors view Picasso’s Guernica convincingly & with one fork
share a sponge-like delicacy dribbled with chocolate on a gold-trimmed plate,
the edge of the tablecloth wet with dank water swirling, as they whisper
convincingly in dulcet tones & put a coin in the jukebox, suddenly aware
of the shadow-rain mirroring two worlds and one reality.
Yesterday, for the first time this summer, I saw
a grasshopper – perched on a drainpipe at a slight diagonal,
hyper-vigilant, his shadow deep green ash.
Consider a symmetrical sun, almond-yellow, radiating the sky
buoyant as a cloak reconfigured by the wind &
reconfiguring a composition: the human heart
unfolding like origami or a magician’s flower bouquet.
Roots drip amber-nectar-sundrops
disguising archeological diagrams of the human heart
with geometrical echoes.
Consider soil trailing tendrils as it climbs the clay wall.
Consider two-dimensional projections of Guernica (the painting)
hovering face down.
Consider negative space in the X-rays,
thin wires tightened floor to ceiling,
a cloud of static pressed flat.
Consider the shadow-rain of Guernica.
Consider the surface of mirrors.
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