Beyond Framed Enclosures

Before the swell 

of its generosity

inundated the white

of the canvas,

I felt the fluidity

of the imagination.

. . . . .

A surge of

distinguishable outlines

composed themselves

across the canvas –

the landscape essential,

enabling a space

so as to to reach

a clarity of vision,

allowing imagination

to stray beyond

framed enclosures,

because nothing exists

for its own sake –

it breathes as a melody

or a movement

far greater than it,

emerging way beyond

the typical limits

of what is expected –

its pulse a necessity.

. . . . .

As its pitch is articulated,

the heart sings – its impulse exposed

from behind the eyes,

offering alternative interpretations.