Mask

by A. Diao Lavina

Juxtaposed, line upon rhythm upon soul unfurled,

interwoven, an uninterrupted seamless saturation, one

lingering exercise of her freedom, one

liquid idea poured fingertip by feathertouch with which

intricacy turns into uninhibited, pure

lines. Simply, the way she looks at the world

overturns the cheerless cynicism of defeat and its

variations. She becomes nothing but

extraordinary, her shapes echo

time as it is meant to be,

harmonious ghost of subtle

effortlessness. I have seen her face in

wavering daylight, staunch in belief,

affirming only that touch and heart and sight

yearn to be one,

yearn to reveal.

Overwhelmed, I wait

until sight is given, the face unveiled, and

she the lesson in light unspoken yet understood,

every secret color as yet unnamed,

each line upon rhythm upon soul unfurled.