Sound Painting

Holding beyond reach.

blue and red galaxy artwork

Near the end, you explained that something strange was happening. You had grown accustomed to a powerful presence. One day, without explanation, it left. What followed had more force but no face. You called it sound.

Later, people wondered if you were letting go or just beginning something new. But even when a body means to hold, so much of what happens slips through. 

Before you left, you painted reminders. You pulled us into its rough color. You said, listen.

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Inspired by the sound paintings of Anne Truitt.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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