Left Alone

Left Alone

I see in my sleep

on the ambiguous screen

behind eye lids.

And while awake through

clouded liquid on old lenses

that comes out of hiding

when looking away

and back again.

And in the sleep of others

hoping they won’t stare back,

wanting to be left alone.

“SO” modeled yesterday morning for a session at the local art center. A favorite. Have been sketching her once or twice a year for at least the last ten years of her over thirty something years as a model. Was wondering how many familiar shores she has ended up sleeping on when in a similar pose. A place I end up placing her almost every time.

17”x 14” ink and watercolor