Color leaps out blindfold from my blood,
hears its echo
down the cataract steeps, the redwall, black schist
and deep lava of my life.
I am suspended above whole rainbows
And watch myself distilled
in each spangled pool of starred nights
and in gold-orange aura of new days.
This is the fracturing of my bones
this prism of light
into greens where leaf-forms tremble and breathe,
blues iridescent in wings
caught in the rainforest dusk
(before tomorrow’s fire smokes the dawn),
wide purples and mauves of canyons in shade
which dwarf willows
silvered and turquoise in my hand.
this Southwest is contrasting laughter,
is pleasure, quintessential exuberance of paint,
This energy, flamboyant and piquant,
punctures my mind-vein and flows
as firethorn, quickwater tidalchange,
as pure meteor to the brain.