Chasing Angels and Blessed Mothers
Jamie Lopez is one of my favorite contemporary artists because she sings with her creations in a language I understand and frequently sing myself. She is alive, vibrant, willing to be compassionate, and shares her life with open arms. The painting I chose has owls and a mother which reminded me of an event that happened to me while I lived in Oro Valley just north west of Tucson, AZ.
I drove down the darkened Arizona road
My pickup truck headlamps chased colors through the gray.
I didn’t have the radio on because the music sang in my head
The moon was barely rising when I saw
Crumpled in the middle of the road, white with feathers
A figure that stood up to the size of a small child
Gazing at me with eyes so large I took it for an owl
Skin so pale it appeared as milk. My brakes stopped willingly.
I began to panic. I began to wonder, but I realized neither.
With a gaze upwards, a woman dancing the skies with dark stars
Dangling pearls and diamonds on indigo, held open arms.
The creature spread wings as wide as the road side to side
Asphalt to asphalt; dust to dust; rising into the night of Tucson