White Sheets Dance Though the maker may well disagree this is a dance of love I see dancing joined as foes and friends two white fields laid out for the pen. Two shapes lie flat there, on their own white rectangles: each one alone. Moving slow and self-possessed they rise, they fall, jointly impressed. They’re parallel of course you see regatta sails out on the sea that suddenly will change direction spirit motion skill erection a measured dance slowly completed at first we don’t know it’s repeated then realize these two return to speak of love at every turn year by year the sheets grow older each mirrored in its own beholder Ariel destroys as a renewing a new path of saying and doing he breaks and creates and through this storm the object becomes model form. A model of beauty, purity all new without acerbity a flame burns. But from whence it grows? The source, a mystery. Who knows…
