About Van Gough
It was never about the splash of fire
in the petals of sunflowers,
or the midnight sky circling
a starry night.
Nor was it the incessant babbling of color
that filled an empty canvas with lilies and hay.
it was something mirrored
in the startled faces of coal miners
as they climbed out of the darkness they ingested daily
leaving the earth
for the painful brilliance of sun.