ANOTHER VIEW OF MALEVICH

there on the white canvas there is a huge blizzard

this is a dream museum where you enter and cannot speak

of Art at all. you are in the prototypical, as in a temple

and caught in the blizzard too have lost your former language

now a tiny black square appears it shines through the blizzard

providing a respite where you like Alice

forever quizzical

you will ask like Alice with riddles turned inward

nothing works here the way it does on earth

how can the darkness shine

but the snow begins to let up in the paintings

the darkness is a doorway and beyond that

More Light.

a certain freedom rises

and half a tear and half a sigh

and then you say perhaps to Malevich

to the ceiling that is a skylight, opening-

Goodbye.

mary angela douglas 22 april 2023