First light / On the Road


Stariting to walk, I swam
planning to speak I danced
sitting down I wrote

these mysteries who knows
how it is where we are
one foot below stars above

lost and still we try
no rhyme only history 
in pieces on the ground 

beating heart
counts you in
persistent intuition

we cup our hands 
drink the wine 
dig that girl

On the road / First light / count me in.  water colour/ paper/ 42 x29cm JS '95


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