ILLUMINATION
Upon viewing the painting, Personal Rise,
by artist, Stan Padilla
A woman dreams face up to the universe,
wishes for the return of her ancestors,
hears the murmur of their voices.
Through open windows they spill in,
pour down on her as stars.
The moon in the east window fills her with power,
and her strength increases with earthshine.
Sudden radiance, her heart crystalline.
A whirlwind of ancestors spins her into the air,
gravitational forces pull on her.
Find her-
among a constellation of shiny stones.
This poem was previously published online with other work from the Escritores Del Nuevo Sol Ekphrastic Poetry Workshop.
TRAVELING MY YARD DURING TIMES OF PANDEMIC
Under a lowering sky,
light shifts through tree branches,
pierces deep shade.
A gravid doe under the Blue Oak.
Emergence from amniotic shell,
placenta of plenty, the breath, the bleating,
a coming of life,
spotted, tawny, long-legged.
View from the bough,
a moment of union with doe and fawn.
Beyond these dark days,
my heart fed with divine immunity.