Sunday, July 13, 2014

White

George Washington powdered his wig
white.  Womens’ hair whitens when they let it
and old men’s too where they still have it. 
Shaving cream and Ivory Soap.  Marshmallows.
Wonder Bread.  Milk.  Whipped cream
on french vanilla ice cream.  At the Museum
of Modern Art: White On White,
Kazimir Malevich, 1918.  Linen sheets
with high thread counts that receive you kindly
after a day in the sun.  Clam shells  
scallop, and oyster shells bleached
to reflection on South beach.

In Edgartown, Dr. Fisher’s house is white
and the captains’ houses on Water Street
and the picket fences around them.  The Old
Whaling Church and other churches, but one
is brick with white trim.  At the tennis court,
white clothes are required, though the balls
are yellow.  Clothes are also required
at the District Court, but no color is specified.

Diners in white, sit at white tables
and wipe their mouths with white napkins. 
In 1967, the Moody Blues sang Knights
In White Satin.  Perhaps women wear
white lingerie and men whitey tighties.  
Ceremonial robes of the Pope and Bedouin.
Queen Victoria was married in white
and western brides after her.  But not
in India or China, where brides wear red
and white is the color of mourning.

The morning sun catches each lighthouse –
Cape Pogue first, then Edgartown, East
Chop, West Chop, and finally Gay Head
which is red and must be moved.  You
can see all five if you start early and sail
with the tide and a northeast wind.  Sailboats
have white hulls and white sails,
but 100-year old Herreshoff sails
can be tanbark, and the fleet at Nantucket
parade with rainbow sails.  Rainbow
colors don’t include white, except before
the prism of rain where sunlight
includes all colors.

The Dove of Peace is pure white.  So was Jaws.
Moby Dick.  Cod that saved the Pilgrims
their first snowy winter.  Swans, no longer at Wasque. 
Ghosts.  Phantoms.  Unicorns.  Snow White. 
White Christmas, Bing Crosby, 1954.  White out
in the fog.  Wite-Out on typed pages.  White paper
for printers.  White papers for Presidents.
White wash.  White noise.  White collar jobs. 
White lies, damn lies and statistics, perhaps Mark Twain.

Oceans white with foam.  Alabaster cities gleam. 
Poles for flags.  Stars and white stripes
that once stood for purity and innocence. 
White wine.  White froth on dark beer.  Lines
of cocaine.  A Whiter Shade Of Pale, Procul Harum,
1967.  Two aspirin the morning after.

White is a new beginning.  Wiping the slate
clean.  White amplifies everything that comes
after it, like grass stains on a Red Sox uniform.
It is the color of the page before the poem. 
The canvas before the art.  The sheet of music
before the notes.  It is the possibility 
of everything. 

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