This is a painting of an imaginary female pausing to finish a book as she gets dressed. It happens. I didn’t intend for the painting to illustrate the following poem. Nor did I write the poem to set up the painting. I didn’t realize they fit until just the other day
I dive into my book
For one more lap
Before I dress.
Eager to finish
what I don’t want to end,
I turn the page.
I’ve finished it but sit foreseeing
Futures for the characters
who lived and moved in me and had their being?
Their futures fade. I find myself
within my own confusing story wondering
what it’s about and how its going to end.
From Reading and Rhyming (forthcoming)