I stand on my best balance,
aligned between chair and table.
window-blind pull ahead to my left. reaching.
maybe a little premature. OK. not yet dark.
there’s the ferryboat Issaquah coming into dock.
we can almost see the whole length of the boat
from our happenstance. a glance.
right now. she’s coming home to our East Sound
shore. Suddenly, unexpectedly, the slightest drift.
not by scene, but by sight.
seeing the treasure of seeing what’s most-front.
just other side of our noses now.
I can’t close the blinds. I won’t.
when you see the perfection of seeing,
then setting-some-aside, it just seems wrong.
to this life I want to be one voice.
many words with one voice.
sharing with you is the answer to – why.
and I am.
part one of two
painting: Bridgette Tales #100DayProject: Watercolors-Week 4
image used with her kind permission.
remember to make the image big. maybe you’ll smile.
2 thoughts on “ferry boat in a bowl, page one”
“to this life I want to be one voice.
many words with one voice”—such a beautiful sentiment and gorgeous poem. I’m so happy my sun inspired these glowing words. You’ve made me so ridiculously happy. Have a fantastic Friday and wonderful weekend.
Thank you Bridgette. It’s a circle you see.
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