Bloomington at Night
oil on canvas
24" x 36"
I know I've shared this before, but I can't help myself...
A couple years ago, James Alexander Thom wrote a poem while looking at one of my paintings. It was a wonderful compliment, to say the least. I'm parting ways with the painting tomorrow, but I'm looking forward to sharing the poem at every chance I get.
Bloomington at Night
In wet wind below my dingy window
Tin wind chimes ding, ding lingeringly.
Knowing I’m the Center of the Universe
I keep near my mirror a white light
By which I can see myself doing what
A Center of the Universe does at night,
Up here in this shabby rented room
Three stories above the rain-puddled alley
Where you stand believing that you’re
The Center of the Universe.
We are, you and I, both right, of course,
As is every other Center of its Universe tonight,
Wide awake or sleeping tight, but God knows
Whether you’re there below the dinging wind chime
At this late time, because where you are no light glows.
-J.A. Thom
