Synthesis

…Perhaps there are signs of alliances 
between wind, sun and stone to force 
The softness to the surface… (Yvette Christianse) 

The artist returns to the cave, starry-eyed from 
overexposure, drenched from the spray of blinding light 

Like Gaudi, she builds a cathedral for a world she will not live to see 
organic shapes rewriting the violent spires of enstoned truths 
commemorating a future unbound 

Vapors escape from the soldering iron 
as she stitches together pieces of mirror and ancient sand 
with drops of lead 
(once poison, now transformed 
for the more noble causes of reflection and refraction) 

Tired discourses crack in these fires of new creation 
While polychrome lenses align 
to filter the force of glow from beyond 

She tells us, 
the eyes must grow 
to meet the light 
As she points the way  
through windows of colored glass.