From Art: African-American Woman Guild, or The Spider Explains Her Art to the BlindI am the singer with no name
fine-tuning screams to grace that keens
criss-crossing in the sky.
I am the cradling star stripping devils before morning.
I am an angel on the head of a pin.
No one can count these steps.
I am spinning earth's axis.
I am lotus sitting in the lion's mouth.
I am breathing in a silver bell.
I am beaming in the doorway.
Either come inside or
Get out of my light.
From "Art: African-American Woman Guild, or The Spider Explains Her Art to the Blind" by Angela Jackson from Dark Legs and Silk Kisses: The Beatitudes of Spiders. Copyright 1983 by Angela Jackson. Reprinted with the permission of Northwestern University Press.