The Shape of Water
Encaustic w/ poem
24" x 48"
It moves as one watery life
With a multitude of conflicting desires,
In all directions.
It moves up, down,to the side all at once.
It swirls around, then down.
It swells only to fall
And rise again.
Deep under the surface
It moves in yet another way:
Submerged, roiling currents
Eel grass and seaweed keep time
To the constant cycle of the lunar commands.
The slightest caress of the wind
Scatters its surface
Like an emotion rising.
(A gale will fray it
the sun will illuminate it
the night will hide it.)
I too feel the passing of each shifting tide
As they count the movement of the days, the months, the years;
My watery life, echoing the shape of water.