Philip Guston and the Ultimate Mudball

The huge mudball has rolled downhill, catching up

one of them. Part of a leg sticking up from the surface

with its shoe still on, but we can assume the rest of

the human, or humanity if you will, is lost somewhere

deep inside it.

 

It seems like it came to rest along the slope just

as the sun was either rising or setting, peeking out from behind

with its rays shooting out from it, like a wedge of some kind

caught between the soft edge of the huge all-engulfing thing

and the downward tilt of the land.

 

The sky itself may be finally softening above, or else it's

ready to close and descend, or explode.

 

It could have been worse. It could have been the mother of

all meatballs rolling down the hill at us. Whoa!