Days filled to overflowing
ocean water blue-green cascading around my legs
cool wetness soothing the spirit
just being at one.
Waiting in line noticing the color
pastries lined on silver trays
as the old man ahead decides
wearily leaning on the worn cane
hands thick with worn veins
confusion in his lost blue eyes
she orders for his decision cannot be made
in a timely pace she moves him aside
cast off like a sinking ship
his eyes look down as he shuffles away.
I wonder then, staring at the hues of bread,
when was it last that he felt the ocean
caress his weary soul,
and does he dream of silver lined clouds
his youth so far away
and I know I too shall someday pass into the space
where he resides in slow motion,
and I exit through glass to see the gathering clouds,
gently waiting in a blue sky,
and I know there must be a silver lined thought
waiting there for me to reach
to grasp it firm and hang on,
to fly in the atmosphere of the young,
to remember the importance
before it fades to grey.
I’ve been practicing my artwork again and a friend requested to see a bit of what I’ve been dabbling in. The clouds are with my new indigo waterpaint and the collection below if a little of what we’ve been working on in class……and miles to go before I am any good, but damn, so glad I am blessed to see the colors, not only in the paints but in this life. Spent the morning in the ocean, walking for an hour with hubby and collecting more sharks teeth and “just being”, it had been far too long and the ocean was calm and I am in a good space. Peace and love, K
Peace, Love and Patchouli 