“When I consider…”

“When I consider…”

Could I but save my life for color

I would give thanks to the god of wild green

happiness for love!

Who could imagine that solar

scaffoldings could burst into such sublime

arrays? Enormous integrals of scarlet

bind our wounds, define new spasms of lust

or screech across our bloodied hearts

in timpani!

And are we lacerated by the jousts

of oranges, mauve, yellow, crimson sunset

traumas of our lives?

Or aroused?

We are whole prisms of rainbows surprised

to explode into praise!

Our prayers are lancet-

arched lightnings that wield color as sperm

to infuse light

that we use to transform!