As if Heaven is a fog-bound outdoor
Pacific Northwest coastal studio,
Robert Motherwell is painting.
Before him is an enormous canvas,
primed creamy-cocoa brown,
The delicious energy of random chance
is not so random, not when you paint
on automatic... from within yourself,
from the generous part of your soul.
With supple wrist flex, Motherwell
issues bursts of black brush strokes.
The final frame is rumbling sky...
an eternity for flight... to reach joy.