Mark Rothko would sometimes say
The color red reminds me of God

Michelangelo    Well    There you have it
The entire history of turnips and creation
Floating above your ears   On a ceiling

Cézanne prayed three times every day
Went to mass seven days a week in the morning
Kept a rosary with his brushes and paints
Showed us something more than a hill or a house

And then here’s the sound a Christmas Card makes
When being chewed by a mewling infant
How it reminds me of Nebraska icicles
Followed by the breeze through a palm tree
Some midnights before sunrise   Bright orange in the East