While recuperating I’ve been busy in my studio, writing and making art. Here is a new poem and a glimpse of new paintings. A couple of my paintings will also be featured in upcoming shows. At this summer's Market Art + Design art fair August 12-15 in the karyn mannix contemporary's booth (booth #A07) and at the Springs Historical Society & Community Library exhibition Arts and Archives at Ashawagh Hall August 20-22.
FIRST LIGHT
In this dark room
sun barely filters through
the shadow of regret.
I try to wrest my mind from the drawing
on the wall, a curled and crouching girl
hands cupped to hide her eyes.
Linked numbers pass my window.
One day the chain of days will sever.
I think of my friend, Stephen.
Parkinson’s has robbed him.
He’s decided not to eat,
let death set him free.
A flowering tulip bulb dies back;
becomes a tulip again.
Blue heron does not have to learn
to meditate. He simply fishes on the bay.
They don’t strive to make
their lives more meaningful,
or cry when someone close
says no or leaves.
So many beginnings
I never watered, never mulched,
never nourished enough to grow.
I wonder what will become of
who I thought I was.
when questions end.
This day begins like any other.
Rituals of chores and work,
wishes that the kids would visit or call,
wishes for a beach accompanied by a book,
longing for something too intangible to find,
and time is short to name it.
