painting by Willem de Kooning, Pink Angels
Hair gleaming against her neck
she sits poised with strength
it flows out from her right shoulder
rides down the curves of her arm
it is like the strength of this couch which supports you
sturdily holds you here
or of that wind which follows you and amazes you
winding along the edges of the window
gently making its way into the room
you feel it here
and your glad it’s here
Lights in the Hand 