|Genesis, by Bruce Taylor; mixed media, matted|
with texturized white mat, framed under glass;
photo by Doran 2011
I've asked J. S. Lee from The Tenth Muse for one of her new-beginning-type poems. In another way, her poem displays the same awe for existence....better than I could write here.
I can smell the rain on the wind
the warmth in the air it lofts skyward,
soft and soughing.
Untame spring unfolds her wings,
sings in words I cannot yet hear.
There is existence and then there is existence.
Today I tremble because I am
afraid of both.
--J. S. Lee