I am where I wanted to beAnd I am full of griefStill the sunlight comes inOn a wall painted aquaThe crisp white frameAlmost as movingAs the painting itself:
A girl perched on aTranslucent oceanIn a dusty rose tunicOn rowboat the colorOf old paper, like the sky,The foam on the water,The only things not some shadeOf blue, except for the long lineOff the fishing pole, which withInk tangled dark runs off the pageAnd could be snarled foreverExcept for how it returns, to offerThe unbaited hook to a fishLike the ocean: dark aboveAnd light below.
Photo by Ishan @seefromthesky on Unsplash