Syracuse, NY 13210
Volume 6, 2006
B.A. St. Andrews
Note how your breathing changes
as you enter this sanctuary
where every thing human hands
can make beautifully stands trial.
Trust these first impressions:
light does soften this world of rock
into a vision by Monet. You can catch
the scent of Renoir’s fruit: grapes,
translucent muscadine, peaches,
heaped like Harvest Moons
in an earthen bowl. Gather courage
in Cezanne’s ordered spaces:
frail walls of blue and burnt sienna
can hold off chaos and do.
Free fall, at last, into a net of colors.
Cassatt will row you home.
This poem first appeared in the Christian Science Monitor May 19, 1987.