Work
A Home of Light
Written about the Kimbell Art Museum
Almost at once and we are under the trees,
Upon the building just as suddenly;
An approach to another canopy
Accepting us into curved harmony.
Waiting for an audience to take part
Like a familiar light through the leaves,
It shines through the room into our hearts
Reflecting off art and findings its breeze
Pushing against and then pulling me toward
Art of great merit with waves like a tide
Acting as medals with which we award,
Stood still like the paintings, down we are tied.
Try to imagine this world without light;
No reason remains in darkness of night.