holiday

It hasn't been easy lately.

I have lost my way.

thin wash

wash out

brush away

That is not the problem.

The problem is I'm gutted - 

like a cantelope scraped of its seeds.

dry brush

record skip

a cry from outside

The color is still nice.

The frame still contains it.

It hasn't been easy lately.

I have lost my way.

all is random

this light here

that shape there - why?

That is not the problem.

The problem is I can barely differentiate myself

from the hard summer season.

Another devastation is another story.  we gasp, rage and forget

Platitudes, bromides tell us to love

we share pictures of our perfect day, the salad from our garden, teenagers leaving

It is true the little goat is delightful

dancing on a pig
He is so happy.  why does he leap on everything?

even lovely colors don't keep me on my feet for long

there is another cry from outside

the crumpled man has peed himself, I see from above.

and the stream

catching the light

branches like slow lightening to the gutter.

that everything is a miracle

lately

is simply not enough.