I am in this picture,
yet I do not know these streets,
the call of the klaxon will guide me.
Every time I will find this ship.
All the people I love and miss
are aboard, there is room.
We will set sail and return again,
and again to different bodies.
The geometry of our relationships will change,
we will return to be different, to be the same.
There will always be this ship,
I will find my way through these streets.
I am in the picture,
there is peace.
|image copyright Alison Wilson|
I've been collaborating with Alison for a number of years on different ideas, You can see the Sketchbook Project here.
The above image Slave to the Currents began life when Alison was in Australia. She found numerous blue jelly fish washed up on a beach. The local name for these is Bluebottles, because of their startlingly blue colour, though you may know them as Portuguese man o'war. You can read a post about the event here.
It was not possible to use any of the longer poems I was working on for the simple reason that each letter has to be scratched onto the etching plate in reverse. So my brief was to be brief. This is what I came up with:
slave to the currents
only travels where taken