Ember Coast
Ember Coast
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12X18 inches. Mixed media oil painting on canvas.
cackling cicadas
To walk barefoot on grass morning dew that dampens
my feet, smiling, oh, how this is something I love.
Wading in pools of fresh summer air listening
to Khruangbin and cackling cicadas fly, I love.
Parked in the driveway, humming until the song
is finished, a frivolous pleasure to deify and love.
Sparking dinner table conversations
with Those who’ve come and are long gone, ghosts to my eyes, once loved.
Finding travel guides to South America on
my neighbourhood sidewalk; places to go, new things to try, to love.
Recovering an old friend or an old art form,
a secret handshake or a box of paints, money can’t buy some things, gushes love.
Weaving prayers of patience in the way one braids hair,
reciting aphorisms, butterfly pea flowers, murmurs of love.
In the Talmud: “Every blade of grass has its angel
that bends over it and whispers, grow, grow.”
Words to abide by, the wisdom of love.
