Convergence


Sometimes
I am interrupted in life
To stand at the window
At the precise moment
When day and night
Shake hands--
The colors,
Blue, purple, and red
In infinite shades.
It is then I know the genius
Of Monet,
His obsession with light
And dark and a lonely haystack,
A lifetime of experience
Suspended in that moment
Caught between light and dark.
Somehow it's stark (or is it rich)
Simplicity, more profound
Than books or whole libraries,
Because words cannot describe,
Even pictures only hint.
To see and know
You must be there
At the precise moment in time
When thought and color,
Day and night,
Imperceptibly converge.


Bryan Ness