Looking at this world through the eyes of others,
I prefer to lose myself in the in between
to gain for myself what I may glean.
Alone no more but quivering with life,
The sun so strong through clouds resplendent,
into your eyes deeper I delve
only to skim only the surface.
What collects on the surface is muck,
green from the air and yellowed from sun,
blossoms of youthful spring
and obfuscation around the edges
you are but lines and shapes and times of day.
Rectangles like bodies of work
at work and at play.
Lilac whispers in coming summer breezes,
while dusk coos me quiet.
The water never is still,
and always full of life.
Living for others is the all.
Where I stand and peer into “now”
I’m pressed by space beyond me –
far off, unreachable distances –
and I only move on
Claude Monet (French, 1840–1926)
1914-26. Oil on canvas, three panels,
Each 6′ 6 3/4″ x 13′ 11 1/4″ (200 x 424.8 cm),
overall 6′ 6 3/4″ x 41′ 10 3/8″ (200 x 1276 cm).