last month, but since I just completed my own black and white woodcut of a sleeping tabby, I felt the urge to draw attention to, and reflect on this image.
The soft, sloshing sound of the sea
Or maybe the distant wing-beats
Of a flock of birds
Are they coming, or going?
Does the red hot smoothness,
The snoozing, stretched-out swine
Draw them close
Or frighten them away?
Green shadows teem with life
Like moss, or pools of microbes
The tide carries us in
Or maybe out to sea
Either way, we float