Suspensions
Solids held by liquid & that itself kept in by glass,
a sweet vial of light buffed by air, dust tracings, another elixir,
is living still as hues fused.
So the milky way floats, echoes of an opera welling,
the bands of touch gone up by elements
to keep reformation slow but there.
So our gestures are colors also there with manatee-preciousness
in the deep belly breathing us so we may breathe back.
This is a prayer, riddle of love, heart like a walnut,
& we, hoarding squirrels, we who could stoop
into bastard-hostility, the polish of spite hewing knives agleam.
Kindness keeps us from such, kindness wild as our greenhouses,
our wash lines, all the particular chores beating normalcy,
beating tenderness on in a tried & true rhyme
in this glass of existence.
Stephen Mead is an Outsider multi-media artist and writer. Since the 1990s he’s been grateful to many editors for publishing his work in print zines and eventually online. Recently his work has appeared in CROW NAME, WORDPEACE and Duck Duck Mongoose. Currently he is resident artist/curator for The Chroma Museum, artistic renderings of LGBTQI historical figures, organizations and allies predominantly before Stonewall, The Chroma Museum – The Chroma Museum (weebly.com)
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