To paint
to write
to take whatever one’s hand keens after
in hand
and place it to the surface before oneself hold all the life
of one’s years at its tip and spills
we hope not from the mind so much
as from the fullness of heart for from there came
bubbling up the soul of being in
the first place
to write is to love said Merton I get this
when I write I first
love
then hope that
love spills over in inquiry praise confession appeal
my life gets to live more than just once for one
through the end of my pen
the splay of my brush.