Thursday, October 6, 2016

After a painting by Louise Smith


How long have you waited 
to make me see this by accident
the way the moon is always between 
any number of stone stoplights.
The ground is covered with math like that

in this city built of seeing
under the sky in a blue cross
between your two hands. Tau,
the third thing,
between us too, that makes the whole
Kether, crown, completion.
They say Qabala came from the Greek
but Qabala is not scholarship.
The book that matters is being written still
and today the great polymaths 
of Renaissance systematic science
have finally begun 
to speak themselves in paint. 
What they always meant but couldn't
say, the name that calls her back
because this is the name she left
sign and seal she sailed out from under
on smooth Aegean, Atlantic, bathtub
to mysterious Greenland.
Was Atlantis in Chicago,

the salt of her primordial sea?

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