Your condition transports me to a healthier place

For Paul Cézanne

Your condition transports me to a healthier place

Shadows slip off easels

and places change

and depths change.

like changes in physical state

my depression unclouds

Natural selection

in artist days: short miracles.

Shifts to light pervading

and colour planes

of spry colour.

like liquid becoming solid

I feel the ground again

Brush strokes of intention.

New scene structures

follow the old,

perfect natures.

All seen through the apertures of a master.

Mont Sainte-Victoire

glows with eternity.

so does my very being

Matisse and Picasso

play in your field.

They dream of your condition

until it becomes true.

I won’t ever depart your field.