Great white bodies are
floating across Manets' dotted
blue white sky. Curling edges
beckon and reach as
clouds glide forward, merging
into a single, softened line.
Such clouds seduce me into
thinking this world is good,
this world is easy,
when today it is not,
it is not.
I feel despairs' quick knife
slice across my chest
as I gaze up, with always the
companion, a sharp inhale of pain
and at the slow release,
peace invades
through the open wound.
