Susan Quasha 

  

      Somebody Tore a Piece Out of the Sky

1 Cracking the stone open

 and the tincturing begins

            we took the medicine in the meadow

            and could feel the field again

or layers of painted glass

through which I see

bone etched with alizarin crimson

feel a leech on the bottom

of my left foot in the

lake looks like

an old Chinese mushroom

a mixture of worry and

calm.    

             Ivory and clay.

I can’t find anyone

to remove it.

2 Obviously

alchemical

Transformation of

FORMPOURING

Market place of objects & jewels—

sapphire studs shine in a new way

salesman pushing antique items

and at the same time testing us—

what, where, how.

I see what seems to be

Egyptian emeralds in pre-columbian forms—

The storekeeper is shocked at the emerald recognition.

I conceive an emerald tablet necklace

with rock crystal & mirror

the front parts.

3 Hold It to the Light

where all that inspires

expires

 .

changing color

with intention

 .

wearing the cloak of awareness

naked at last

.