Another Madonna

Many may not notice the young rabbit, caught
in the thicket of brush near the bottom left-
hand corner, because there is so much to see
in the center: an angel of light hovering over
the head of a woman, no more than a girl,
who has turned her head slightly to one side
and lowered her eyes, the better perhaps to
hear what might have been said off-stage, as
it were, or catch a glimpse of what has brushed
past her so quickly she might have missed it.

We would only work it all out much later:
that the glimmer of thin glaze over everything
was intended to represent her veiled vision;
to suggest the confusion creeping into her
consciousness, as she lowered her head, trying
to understand what must have been difficult—
almost impossible—to comprehend: this sudden
onset of the miraculous and how it would
come to such a glorious end—so unlike that
of the trapped rabbit, who had no way out.