Poem: Dancing By The Window, Into the still night time air of / a tight room / a window appears. // You think a window is the hole, / the nothing part of the wall, / but this Window is / the Thing with substance / while the walls become unsolid / and soften away like smoke. // How had you never noticed before/ such a wild and focused presence / so close at hand? // Everything, you now notice, / is awake and moving / in complex harmony / embracing / your problems, worries, self. // You lift your chin and spin, / a little close to the wild. / Hoping to get pulled in.< Michelle Seabrook Pierce, 2021

original dimensions: 20” x 26”

medium: Oil & gold foil

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