Palettal Prose: Alchemist

The miracle is in               To realize a faucet               The alchemist

the capacity                      is a dispensary                      who changes

of your eyes                      of wet, braided light.           a rabid

to distinguish                   To regard                               gnashing world

an ordinary tree              your own left hand             into unstoppable

from a sun-crowned      as an astonishing feat        tender music

gently nodding                of animation.                         is none other

green cathedral.                                                                 than you.

-Natascha Bruckner, 2011


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