One hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not!
(What is this that frees me so in storms?
What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?)
O the puzzle, the thrice-tied knot, the deep and dark pool, all
untied and illumin’d!
O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!
To be absolv’d from previous ties and conventions, I from mine and
you from yours!
O something unprov’d! something in a trance!
To escape utterly from others’ anchors and holds!
To drive free! to love free! to dash reckless and dangerous!
To court destruction with taunts, with invitations!
To ascend, to leap to the heavens of the love indicated to me!
Walt Whitman (condensed version)
She stood in the arroyo and cried.
Sat on the long bench overlooking her childhood –so much memory in rural
the early desert days 17 years ago + 15 before that and who she was then
the map rolled open before her
the fork in the road
the hummingbird demands attention and why not . . .
such beauty in flutter
the hike the pond the bath
flow together weave and stitch and surrender
a dive into water opens the heart
and when the head rests floating the body floating the sound of bullfrog croak
a duck a bird a wind through long grass and cattail
a life –and lichen
Brenda is a visual artist and occasional poet currently living in Santa Fe, NM. Her piece: Beauty Betty Bingo: Still Developing is part of an invitational group exhibition opening at the International Gallery of Contemporary Art (IGCA) in Anchorage, Alaska on September 4th.