
Promise of Water
There before me are
the jutting black rocks.
You are beyond those rocks
beyond those trees.
you are beyond those waves, that horizon
on some island
and you are distracted by
smiling.
i inhale a long
soupy breath.
there are voices in the distance;
there is some concern.
i will probably not move
from this spot
for a while.
without help.
at some point i will
look straight ahead,
but now only know the
saltiest tears.
they are like the waves
that break against the rocks
you hide behind.
they roll to the beach like they
roll down my face.
they are almost a
relief.
Many things were going on when i wrote this and painted her but i was also imagining Bella (from New Moon) lying down in the woods after being left behind.
In about a week i'll be offering 5 x 7" prints of this and other works of mine from my shop on etsy.com. I will post about this as soon as i have more information.