the world
paints a self portrait
a picture of a living landscape
in the limited color palette
of a grey January day
and I wander
through the studio
grateful to have the chance
to see the artist at work
behind the scenes
before me
and to find myself
animated by the very same
livingness that moves in everything
from my own random walk
to Brownian motion
in the air all around me
and those wandering stars
which so long ago prefigured
the anomalies of Kuhn
setting the stage
for a new
center
and now
as I wander
the open studio
I ponder the shift
from a sinister trance
to a trance that supports
a coincidence of opposites
and a living relationship
with this living world