ALEUTIAN BOND

Joan Mitchell,  Untitled, 1969 (Oil on canvas)

i was turned
living through the body
listening, constrained creativity
this space, a yawning chasm
emerges and subsides

animated, 
when actually connecting
that man, no discipline
spread thin over continents
drenched thick in substances

maybe it doesn't matter
suspended possibilities
this shared island of
plasticine permissions
presence is always felt

the thick-weave, first surge 
no guile, no hidden agendas
never covering anything with mystery
allowing ourselves 
to see and be seen