Wisdom
18" x 24"
acrylic / canvas

The white birds reflect in the water she drinks
bending twisting, their white shapes shift
and she drinks their magic and smiles.
Up to the source their whistling wings push
and they become small and so does she
. . . depending.

The water is cold and sweet
cold so her lips tingle and she wipes her mouth
are the birds inside her or close to
where the stream begins ?
Will they be above a gurgling in the rocks
or wings folded asleep in her bosom?

If she is a fable the ibis have no home
if she breathes real air
are the birds flesh and bone
and do they skim the khaki trees ?
. . . depends.

only she knows for Wisdom is her name.