Door Open / Space Song

If I believed in words there would be no need
for this:
yellow light a chrysalis of hurt I carry

the sky so blue which means the day was, bleeding palette
itself as mural
will the night ever feel this close

civilizations end with this kind
of certainty
I don’t want to go back

If I surrender myself enough to wander, unlearn
the language of my body

will I remain tethered to this earth torn, raptured

and who will speak of love, dare it mentioned

I will remember the street wet with rain

This poem and painting were first exhibited together at the Wilson Museum at Southern Vermont Arts Center on Dec 3, 2022