Anne Leigh Parrish Writer

Find me deep in this cave

Dusted with time

Pull my bones from the earth

 

Arrange them with care

Grant them nakedness beneath the animal hide

Despair of their silence, all those secrets withheld

 

Examine my paintings by electric light

Dream them by the flicker of fire

 

Look closely at the hand

Pressed there on the wall

 

Consider its presence, seek my intent, until you

Feel my wild joy at being alive