Credo Under the Leaves

Credo Under the Leaves

Under the leaves my mind has come apart.
         The pieces are spent on mythical scenes
         of fauns and man-like beasts. Caught in the greens
of spring, I thus have wandered to your art:

Lady With Umbrella I would have known
         to be yours without a question. She has
         the sentient look of one whose image is
forever deep and placid as your own.

In the twilight of human creeds, I believe
         that Christ has come, will come again, forgives
         even a voyeur of art, one who lives
under the leaves, too joyful not to grieve.