And we go out as the fish go out, leaving the tasteof the rivers we know, joining the dark invisible weight

of what we would become
the calm sense of movement

Seeing the others forming our shoals, and the scales
on our sides filling the depths with trembling stars.

Out of memory we come to our senses again, walking

the soft grass, this sea of blades stirred slightly
by a shifting breeze, this half known need to know
what others hardly knew themselves, this silence

in the stars, leading to the dawn’s first edge of sky
and a silence in ourselves that looks for resolution….

excerpt from David Whyte: Time Left Alone


Final Plan, collage, 2018 Final Plan, collage, 8” x 20”, 2018
Nadia Squared (Homage Series), mixed media, 12’ x 12” 2018