ST. BASIL IN BRYCE... SURREALART's SHIFTING CHALLENGE...

Are there horizons 

where there is no horizontal 

 where mountains fold space, 

hold distance up? 

 embedded in a canyon 

our heads tilt instinctively. 

 here earth meets sky, 

we can reach it; 

the rim does not shimmer and recede. 

 we lean into diagonal lives, 

relieved of right angles 

 eyes, arms, hearts drawn 

upward, vectored to ridgelines 

 keenly aware of the slant of time, 

its shape and substance; 

 it is a wedge; 

it moves along ray-stroked slopes; 

 we pass into it, 

 are passed over.” 

~

 Laurelyn Whitt