Back then, your art sent me away,
it displayed our differences.
Now, happenstance gave me the chance
to view your paintings on Youtube;
how strange this world that finds them there.
Formal, hard-edged labyrinths,
geometrics in prime colors,
aisles of complicated meaning,
incomprehensible then, now;
a blank canvas when we first met.
We used to travel parallel,
long gone the place where we could meet.
Bold, linear, intense colors,
strong passion and disciplined brush,
still the big picture of your life?
You do not exhibit your face;
would I be recognizable?
I wonder if these forty years
have dimmed the blue sky in your eyes
and thinned your tousled, golden hair.