Afternoon at the Lagrande Jatte

Those faces and bodies at the park,
colored dots juxtaposed with fancy, souls
intermixed with pain and stillness,
arrive,
the beach is humming with mellifluous sounds,
never heard before
echoes of ancient spells
cast
like dyes.

in the silence,
nude gestures of being stoned, geometric
alliances
stormed out to Sea
into rebellions.

you wish you could be there
as God's eye opens
and turns us into mere antidotes of fate.

closed eyes full of trances
and tender stances
yellow as bananas
out to dance.