CALLIGRAPHY

Pen or brush stroke thus.

Indent. Conceal and

reveal at once, half tell

in cryptic tapestry, triptych

or single cell,

stand back and let another read

the character itself

and hand.

Certainly retouch

with ink of DNA. Incorporate

the mystery of ancient temple

smoke, paint what you feel

of love and heart disease and cancer,

father and motherhood,

of food and God,

each matrix dot a

bit of one man’s question

or a woman’s answer.

It is, one may pun, an

occident of fate that we

express our earthly stint in

12 point print. Come, come!

Reorient the heart,

informalise and free!

Obscure to some extent

in real-time calligraphic art

and let them see!

1987