Bart Wilcox
Passover
2026, Oil on canvas, 24 x 18

Again, he prefers the twilight,
like the moon loves a new suit.
Day and night are one for those
not on the carousel.
Imagine undressing
without the screen.
We’re only human thanks
to secrets. Nothing
that is not mysterious
is truly holy. So, he is
happy to appear surprised.
He flings his arms wide
like wings breaking
through a shell.
He could be everything,
right now is everything:
the river, the hatchling,
the sun itself, wanting its
turn, extinguisher of light.