It is not always joy
.............that is announced to you
in the mundane light. 

Not always a wing
.............or a flood of new knowledge
delivering its atoms of change 

to your body.
.............Sometimes it is
a wound delivered, 

just as plainly as in those
.............paintings, her head tilted
up or down, in some angle 

.............of understood responsibility.... 

-- from 'Annunciation'; Rick Barot (via cerise press)