My hands are drawn from nature’s bend
forming a channel up towards where we breathe.
Life is changing, I’m transforming.
A new…something forming…
Whilst the descending flow
trickles down like mild rain,
the tide comes higher, the sun sets at sea.
The wind carries all the debris away from me.
What was disintegrated is now part
of the raw stuff that will turn into new art.
A…something that flows resistance free,