Curtains intentfully drawn
A single window created

just there

in the corner of the simple room
Blackened shades stretched across
The light struggling to make itself


until the day’s breath labours
dying with the horizon

There once was a simple canal, its
concrete wall to let lazy legs dangle
and large wall-sized windows to let
one’s soul be filled with His expression

Even the lone listing palm tree
to lean back against that which

God Himself provided
my own mother for her respite

for a Lenten pose of penitence
reflective, remembering, reflexive
In a somewhat foreign place now,
an internal space offered up for

a newborn maturity

Drapes keep the landscape
out of eyesight, but still in reach
to eyes desperately seeking


the mercurial fog-like gauze
wrapped around them
A thirsty soul languishing in a

reclining, declining chair

Fresh scenes filled with inspiration
wrapped up within more pastural
conceptions less maritime

yet open beyond simple panes
like being out amongst grassy waves
fields no longer a foe to oceans

fertile imagination
receptive heart
hungering soul
whispering, pleading
hopeful transformation
no longer apart
sewed together whole
threshing, kneading

windows no longer closed and blocked
hands pulling back the veil
that will be rent and torn

in time

light chasing away darkness
a Lenten-imposed change of perspective

11:55 pm
21 February 2012