Peel off this haze,
help me to feel the rain

The rush of floodwater
compels me

Release, be awash!

Fingertips just miss,
they slip in the mist

Goodbye outstretched hand

Alone in the eddy, in the swirl
hunkered in, clenched down
on the tiller tightly

(Awaiting the falls)

I am the speck in the din of the roar,
a glint of ice in the throes of infernos

A tone resonates…overtones,
poignant intervals – the lost umbilical chord,
a heavenly chorale of angels afire with passion
awash in powder-blue dew


(Love is long)

Love is largest

Chagall 2019