i’ll walk this mile
Fog on the pond
Fog on the river
the quiet space, among others,
where the lightning strikes
when you’re counting aloud
and listening for the thunder
to calculate the distance
the soil underneath
and the roots
and the insects
gowns and chandeliers
where it begins
deadlines and quotas
the way the air moves
goodmorning May
waves
Spring
the Atlantic off Gloucester
Acrylic on wood, 2011
Good heavens, a new painting.
