My eyes left the women—dancing and worshiping—
went to the water, color and texture of broken glass,
the light, then the droplets falling. At one point

I thought the women could be mermaids but
abandoned that theory along with the one about ice.
The water is blue, green, purple, the women silhouettes.

Then I noticed the face—looking upward—
central to the red section: When God parts the water,
he looks like a snowman, blowing bubbles through

separated lips. See the power of the breath of God:
Is grace befalling. And even wonder.
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Another poem based on Miki’s artwork. See picture here.