 #63 Beside the Lake 2000 – 10 x 14 edition of 31 – $300 |
Beside the Lake In the other world where people go to work, make lists, drive through the bank, I am always ahead of myself, casting my thoughts out into what needs to be done next, and then, and after that. Here alone it seems I am contained within the borders of my body, within the whole note of this moment, full and round. Here, where the water licks the stones smooth and redesigns the contours of these cliffs, the trees are dancing on their pedestals. The days are vast and open as this wide, uncluttered sky. Here, beside the lake that swallows up the sun each night and consecrates the moon, the calls that I forgot to make, the argument, the bills I ought to pay are blown off by this breeze, playing the trees like instruments above the drumbeat of the waves. The birds pick up their perfect violins and there is nothing I would alter. |
