James Turrell, Within without, National Gallery of Australia http://nga.gov.au/turrell/
the muse will see you now
start at the top
with your eyes in the wind
then tilt with the hill, tumble
in its fresh fur
pause, face down, nose
tickling with green possibilities
then start your roll, your drop, your clumsy
plunge through the cloudy mirror
come to, head cracked and baptised
find yourself on your wet knees
water-crawling over cold rocks,
(and yes, there is a pink box,
and the path leads in, into dark)
come to rest
gasping
on a single concrete slab
from where you can watch
everything happen
once again
upside down
in fiction
© Melinda Smith 2016

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