Cape Cod moment
Her gaze out of a bay window
while she clutches table edges
with such apparent intensity
(shutters flung open to meadow,
sunshine’s sidelong angle sharp
on woodland, fingers of cloud,
and the weatherboards it stripes
with shadow though is not yet able
to stretch morning light into her room)
might depict pleasure in the scene;
or desire to escape her capture
within this frame.
Autumn Rhythm (Number 30) 1950,
Jackson Pollock
Without metaphor
there’s no seeing,
without names
there’s no colour,
texture, technique,
no dialogue
between myself
and canvas.
Look. No feeling
without words.
