Interests follow me like a young child
Freighted by thunder and dark places
Belonging has found itself lost.
Corners of spaces remembered.
Capturing extras within what is.
Found beyond grasp.
Dawn’s touches explore.
Knowing the beautiful truths thirst.
Searching as fingers run across photos.
Silently you were forever frozen.
Time has become another number on a list.
The list of painting fantasies.
Still yet to be finished.
Still not knowing.
What is mine and what is not?
