Painted wood box
inspired by the work of MC Escher
AWARDS
Twenty Twenty Winner of the Thalassa Award, 2020 City Without Senses Competition held by the 2112 Foundation, San Francisco CA
Summer The summer of twenty twenty is now past Days weeks and months in limbo I wonder has it gone by too fast As summers tend to do Or has it been interminably long “I can’t wait for this year to be gone” No friends to hug no laughing out loud No singing no dancing no skipping Masked, sanitized, shielded, gloved Carefully breathing in and out We softly spoke of summers past Bound within our six foot circles in the park The sun still curved across the sky The earth spun in its orbit The moon still did its stealthy dance And comet Neowise streaked Across the sequined sky The cycle of seasons stayed unchanged The flowers still bloomed and trees still fruited The birds still built their nests in nooks No boundaries stopped the wild things No quarantines in their migrations Free to roam through the city Oblivious to our six foot circles in the park
Fall Lighting struck twelve thousand times There’s smoke and toxins in the air How quick the summer’s golden light Has turned to ash raining from above Now we step out on streets empty and still While Mars is low on the horizon Leaves pirouette and softly glide It’s quiet now there’s no hustle Come gently, softly, winter rain Slowly wash out the fog Creep out old year like a nightmare fade Uncurl unfurl the new year Break out ... breathe in