MATISSE

Quiet wanderer

in the landscape

at Collioure

the plumb line

with three bathers

in the aril noon

expecting the evidence

of imperceptible rain,

you walk

with a bell tower memory

over the lava's

colorful wheels 

of time and shade

as the earth collects

sunlight to last

until you emerge

lulled to the sea

with limpid apparitions

of a half dressed

spring of rhythm