there was just this blank wall
88″ x 100″ of white space
track lighting installed
and aimed
at nothing
now
the tree of life
I hold the ladder
while he hangs it
then he holds the ladder
and I adjust the light
no A-frame
just straight up
braced by his body
circus-style
“ok, I’m going up one more rung”
“uh-huh”
“you got me?”
“yes”
purple gold and blue
peacocks flowers and fruit
illumined
all swirling
flourishing
adorning
our living room
by dim light
cast from
the stove top range
I wrestle with the brushes
from an eight year old’s
paint set
moving colored water
across paper
in 4am dark
quiet
I don’t want to wake anyone
just feel
the weight
of all things
pumpkin
still fresh
from the dream
armloads of thick-skinned
squashes
root vegetables
ten pound pumpkins
all set and sorted
to be plated in gold
a bracelet offered
that fit
half my forearm
rainbow moonstone
milky irridescence
squared
in rosy
copper banding
interpreters of dreams
suggest
the essence
holds the meaning
friends bestowing
substantial treasures
I’m the first one
in my house
this morning
awake
layering oranges and greens
in the corner of the kitchen
no reason
outlining
two dimensions
in gold
in the beginning
was
the word
and
the word
was
good
so let
letters
wake me
from my slumber
combinations
resonating
as vibratory
keys
unlocking
portals
more than
good
bad
start
stop
beginning
end
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