[from Clarence Major's Myself Painting, LSU, 2008]
Paint the wedding with flailing figures
and give the landscape high on a hill
in which the festivities are taking place
something we can see, say, the big mouth
of a fish opening,
and let that be the sculpted sun.
Then the dancing jumping bride
and the dancing jumping bridegroom may
fall to the buttered grass, giggling,
and guests in black and white are amused.
The city spreads out lazy below,
seen in its sculpted glamour
but too far away to be heard
in its clamor, so let it be -- and up here
let the wedding dance itself crazy,
let it strut its stuff
till the wind changes. Call it dream time
or time out, call it what you will,
we need it because we live down there.
So, let us dance
till the big mouth of the fish closes.
Myself Painting: Poems