Becoming and Island

Becoming an Island

A small speck on the horizon.

It breaks the surface from time to time,

on the most desperate of days

or nights.

A struggle through syrupy liquid

of dubious taste and smell,

thickening with every kick,

every stroke.

Not breathing for a time

until the struggle ends.

A new speck is seen

replacing the dream.

The model yesterday did a couple of variations, posing over boxes and pillows on the floor. Only one of the poses lasted long enough to  consider colors for the new island on the floor.

15”x 11” ink and watercolor