Sunday, January 17, 2010

Hand To Hand

Imagine making a painting
of a local pond—dark, brooding
with a cow and its keeper
with your own hands.

Imagine a man visiting a museum
in his slippers on a different continent
more than a century later,
stooped and weak from disease,

the weight of all his regretted days behind him.
He stands alone, a private moment
in this quiet gallery, his hand down by his hip
he uses it to wave goodbye.

2 Comments:

Blogger Kay McKenzie Cooke. said...

Beautiful.

1:27 AM  
Blogger trisha said...

This makes me want to visit a few favourite things, or if that's not possible, to perhaps say 'hello' and 'goodbye' at once to new things / people / places, ... those of us who won't get a warning might miss the last goodbye to many things ... does that matter .. or not. I don't know, but this is very powerful. It makes my innards heavy with some sortof competion, and urgent to remember .. what? .. forever. (Equanimous)

11:20 PM  

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