Weekends with O’Keeffe by C. S. Merrill
O’Keefe: Days In A Life by C. S. Merrill
Saint John of the Cross: Luminous Darkness by Mirabai Starr
Post-monsoon gloaming at the Abiquiu Inn
I can say about how I felt today
Washing Georgia O’Keeffe’s white stockings
In the basin…
I can talk about hatred between
Her friends and employees
I can talk of history
Of the Taos art scene
Of New York in the 1920s
I can talk about her clothes
Ranging like Mandarins
Conspiring in the closet.
I can talk a lot.
But I cannot speak of
Cloud shadows slowing crossing cliffs
Or the look on her face when
She turns her unseeing eye to sky
And remembers blue.
—From Weekends with O’Keeffe by C. S. Merrill