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