TO VERMEER
Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
His
mind moves upon silence. (W.B. Yeats)
Mynheer Vermeer, my dear Jan,
What is the secret of your
stillness?
Such a stillness,
Suspending time for a
spellbound moment –
Ah,
the richness of the light, the textures;
Ah,
how palpable each person and each object.
If
I heed not that rucked up carpet I shall trip
And fall – in silence – on the cold, tiled floor.
There are dust motes dancing soundless in the sunlight;
Smells of cooking, and of polish, soap and ‘baccy.
But
a moment, and the sounds will snap back:
Breathing, laughter, music, splashing milk.
If that were all, you’d only be
a conjuror.
Others have learned your
skills,
Though none quite matched ‘em.
But you, dear sir, make it seem so important,
That
mundane moment in an ordinary life.
What
does it signify? Why am I entranced,
All
the present cast away as I focus,
In
each freeze frame seeking – illumination?
Illumination! O magician of the luminous
What
do I seek? What will you tell me,
Limning
words on the canvas with your paintbrush,
Like the long-legged fly upon the stream,
In silence?
Posted in honour of the once-in-a-lifetime exhibition at the Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam.
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