
This is a watercolor painting I completed yesterday, based on
this photo I took across the river last week. Here's a poem I've written to go with it, called, "Over There":
No, things are hardly ever clear.
There are times that I can barely see.
Like through the mist and through the fog,
the shore suggests itself through tears.
But I've been on that side before.
So I know it actually waits over there.
I don't have to dream or wonder much,
but stop and take time to remember.
I know my feet have walked that land.
I've taken in its air and light.
So because I am not over there now,
I will not solely trust my sight.