Anne Leigh Parrish Writer

Find me deep in this cave

Dusted with time

Pull my bones from the earth


Arrange them with care

Grant them nakedness beneath the animal hide

Despair of their silence, all those secrets withheld


Examine my paintings by electric light

Dream them by the flicker of fire


Look closely at the hand

Pressed there on the wall


Consider its presence, seek my intent, until you

Feel my wild joy at being alive