bringing the far
in close,
a reconciliation
of opposites,
that is what he said
he was doing
the white cloud,
the dark branch
connected on canvas,
a meeting of what tumbles
and what rises, though
everything eventually falls
and then rises,
how could I not
think of you and me
a far and a close
still searching
for the frame that
can hold us both
As usual, you take that final turn in the poem so smoothly, translating the art into human terms. “how could I not…” is where you do your turn and I think you got it right.