Boat to Land:
Your slope is russet and graceful; seems soft.
Land:
It is. I see it echoes the grace of your gunnels, stem to stern.
Boat:
We approach your still grace, having been upon water the day.
Land:
Who is that with you, the who with articulating sticks?
Boat:
He rows, he brings me to you to lie in your shade.
He imagines the sky is worth gazing into
with you beneath his back; the painter has
rendered us true and sure & his clouds
follow the breath of wind as they must
Land:
But I’m confused, what painter?
I am real and true and so is sky.
Boat:
Yes, and so is he and so am I.
Jim Culleny, 11/16/22
Painting by Jack Braudis
Blink
…either way in a blink, in a blink we drink it up / Poems by Jim Culleny
Blink 