Michelangelo with steel balls and a wire brush wishing he was wearing motorcycle leathers, going wild and crazy, stares cross-eyed at the Sistine Chapel ceiling- nose touching moist paint, body stretch out on a plank, bones held by ropes from falling- delirious, painting that face of Jesus and the Prophets with a camel hair brush; in such a position, transition a genie emerges as a poet- words not paint start writing his sonnets, a second career is born- nails and thorns digging at his words, flashing red paint: it's finished.
Published on the Ancient Paths Facebook page on June 8, 2019.