if
a picture paints
a thousand words,
then why
can’t i
paint You?
the words will never show
the You i’ve come to know
and if
a face could launch a thousand ships, then where am i to go?
there’s no-one home but You. You’re all that’s left me to
and when the sun and stars have all gone out …
‘if’ by bread.
‘words’ taken from 4:4 of job.
the stitches that i knit
while wearing thick socks
cuddled up under a blanket
are now out & about in the warm
sea breeze filled air of coastal california
you’ll have to wait
for the big, full pictures
but doesn’t the slice you can see
look ever so happy to be out in the sun?
this interruption
to the typical new england
springtime variability outside
is brought to you by my
very high hopes
for balmy
air
to arrive at any time now
or in the extremely near future.
pic from life song photography
‘outside’ taken from 23:25 of matthew