re creation

There is no re – creation,

still we create.IMG_1695

Memory is a cup you cannot sip

a tongue that tastes not.

Promises that

lay amongst the

frayed edges of the covers

we draw up over ourselves, our breath

woven in the creases,


I am equal to it –

melting the wax binders and mixing in the colors

(pigment from the farthest reaches,

delivered in perfect octagonal jars with lids.)

I am up to the task,

after rest and contemplation

and letting the silt settle on the river bottom.

I am immersed in the promise of it

the process, the current.

I have learned it will


like a tide.

there is no rushing it

or stopping it.