Staring Into Space
He is a catcher of unrevealed thoughts,
his mind staking out the spaces between words,
his patience in a tug-of-war with emptiness
until hidden truths are pulled into view.
She is an eavesdropper on unheard tones,
her ears tuned to the labor of pregnant spaces,
waiting, waiting, until the next note emerges,
piercing with an unsuspected beauty.
He is a voyeur of the abyss between colors,
his eyes wandering the barren spaces on canvas,
while rummaging a memory of worn-out shades
until they surrender a fugitive light.
And out of these long vigils over blankness
kept in the solitude of creation
and the agony of drought,
are born man’s infrequent raptures,
tattooed on life ordinary.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2018
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