I only wish that
they would take me as I am
–Vincent Van Gogh
Your fields are collected as trophies.
Many harvests earlier your fields
Grew stars and I love knowing
You envisioned a relevant audience
I think it means you hoped
For your own relevance.
The dead light you captured
Still illuminates cornered
Dream-seeped possibility. This bright
Oiled thought--If you, then maybe I…
No matter my vantage,
When I glimpse your landscapes,
I am looking up. I hope it means
Everything when I describe
My core by your gradation–an orange
I love that you somehow knew
Me when you painted the sunflower
Series—those heliotropes so earnestly
Bending toward the light we crave. Also
Their petaled grief and slope.
The self we seek in art sometimes
Becomes a bit too selfish.
I promise I’m not my own intention
When I search the swirling world
For your voiceless voice.