The Capitol Rotunda, circular hall, immense dome,
and at its eye, a massive fresco:
The Apotheosis of George Washington, the President
rising to the heavens. A dangerous vision –
above the people and playing at God.
A young boy seeing visions around him –
God in the window, angels in trees –
writing them into poems and painting them.
In life, pictor ignotus, considered likely insane,
knowing that imagination is human existence itself.
“Where is the lamb for our offering?”
asks Isaac, walking with his father, Abraham.
He carries firewood. He is the offering.
What Father would do such a thing?
What God would ask such a thing?