Power wraps itself
around words.
Words spoken
paint existence so that
what was once not,
becomes.
The blank canvas, with
strokes of everyday genius,
turns into corporeal gestures—
eyes viewing all possible colors,
chins jutting forward,
hands outstretched—the painted
expressions of body and soul
thriving, passing from one
to the next and the next
until, voila! Like magic, the feast
the game, the work, the dance occurs.
From idea to intention to declaration,
who holds the brush and moves the hand?
We do so, and call on the gods
and goddesses of generation
to align with us when
power-wrapped words
are spoken.