The pond stretches into the night dreaming it had been a glacier an ocean a river a stream that's now its being. What is set free when I Am collapses into itself, and becomes a diminutive me? From a Paleolithic cave, a horse galloped out and found its footing. No longer art, it choked on the greens of living grass, cowered under the sky's Shiva-blue vault, then collapsed into a deep pool of black mineral paint. Continuing to walk past the pond, our shadows followed each other to what we can never know.

Reaching From The Stars