Place

Place

A drip of colour on marbled canvas,
the random placement of God
by haphazard wind
or careless bird midwifery.
Royal purple
against holy white,
silk against satin.
Fissured anchor
sufficient to sustain,
spontaneous beauty
within eons grip,
beauty upon splendour.
A yielding, breeze blown dye,
soft and fragile
dancing on unyielding rock
at once a cradle and a grave.
Even the impressive,
with its grandeur of age,
gives place for tender praise.