Wednesday, June 16, 2004
through a window
she arranges all her musts and mays and wills - tiny translucent squares of perception - into wholeness.
she knows what she wants to do, sees what she wants to show, hears what she wants to say. these jewels are clear and bright and tangible as she pieces them together, but, standing back to admire their effect, she watches the light dissolve them into skittering wisps of uncertain colour.
she is dismayed, for this was not her intention.
and she is delighted, for it is worthwhile, and it glows.