Vincent Van Gogh:The Mulberry Tree, 1889
Poem by Gerald Locklin

In the artist’s words,
“Its dense yellow foliage
Was of a magnificent yellow color
Against a very blue sky,
In a white stony field
With sunshine from behind.”
He neglected to mention that
He’d plugged the whole scene into
God’s own infinitely voltaged battery.
No one was ever more alive than he,
It is not just that
He was creative:
He embodied creation…
The creator took possession of him.
Death and life were one;
Both crackled with brain-music.
He may have known something
That we do not, yet,
A reality defying words.
His brain exploded into galaxies. 

Painting: The Mulberry Tree (1889) by Vincent Van Gogh

Find more of Gerald Locklin’s poetry in Gerald Locklin: New and Selected Poems, available here.