Margaret Ann Withers :: Curious Landscapes

you're just a rock poet cast into a red ocean
watercolor, ink, gouache on hand molded indigo paper

Walking past your table you sent me an imperceptible head shake of disapproval, when what I wanted was a slight nod of hello.

And I could tell by the way that you slouched over your coffee that you were a rock poet, cast onto this red ocean, stranded on Solaris and surrounded by all your dead angry disagreements.

But can't you see? We are all the same, arguing with our dead while we pen our way to what real is. We sit and sip our coffee and wait for the moment just past the nod of hello.