Sunday, March 28, 2010
A Poem for Holy Week
Good Friday, Georgia O'Keefe
tumbleweed mesas cactus etcetera
Georgia O'Keefe picked flowers for the greenhouse
behind her scrimshaw face.
When she walked into the middle of the crucifixion no one noticed.
Eventually bystanders got bored and went home for lunch.
Inspired but out of red paint,
Georgia squatted patient in the
crumbs of ten million champagne glasses
and looked up at this new kind of cactus.
Waiting for time to take its communion.
Waiting for bones.
from Gas Stations of the Cross
poems by Kathy Shaidle, 1990
* the image is Georgia O'Keefe's "Black Cross", 1929