you are standing
in a studio
in front of a painting
with your head cocked to one side
chewing on your lip
hands folded at your chest
mind racing with
the running and skipping brush strokes
pulling you from one corner
of a canvas planet
to the farthest point
at the edge of the acrylic
where you and i stand
at the endless ocean of white walls
recessed suns illuminating
great plateaus
rising like revolutions from the deep
and the bristles of God
delineate my hand from yours
with a dark line
a moment
becoming permanent
as the air flutters past
removing our mortality
as it goes
and you look at your watch
and you unfold your arms
and move to the next piece
where i am waiting
ready
to hold you again.

- ©2013 Gabriel Anthony Garza