Listen:

ANY WAY NEW
 
I made these paintings and I
thought of you.
 
Our first pandemic.
Alive together.
A woven, slow act
between us and time
and boundless.
Intimacy.
Geography.
Science. And care.
 
Today is an ordinary day.
An extraordinary day.
 
What is possible here?
What do you see?
 
A vista of
shining silver linings running
the ground
and pushing into
open parts of mourning.
 
The red of horizon.
A pink that requires something of you.
These white yellow blue green gold
spaces and shapes and oranges.
Bright and generous.
Pieces of fate.
 
I am reading aloud to you.
There is no alone. Not really.
 
Hands, if you have them,
will always need washing.
The shape of your face, half-masked,
is still beautiful. 
 
The new is here anyway.
Any way. Anyway.
The new is here anyway.
Any way. New.
 
/ Thérèse Murdza
April 30, 2021