Bridges
A bridge over water is for connection. It makes people meet. A bridge over land is for separation. People's paths are crossing but they don't see each other's eyes.
A jetty is approximately half a bridge, more precisely an attempt to meet. It reaches into the water, hoping for another jetty on the other shore to connect.
The house on the painting is blue, the way the sky is blue a shy afternoon. Blue like bathing. Blue like drinking. Blue like dreaming.
The windows are dull gray rectangulars. Still I'm convinced that they are windows. Still I see longing in them, more moments in them, then in the beautiful blue surrounding them.
The windows are not aligned. One is lower an slightly leaning. That is because I've been standing long sleepless nights with my elbows on the window sill looking out over the water, waiting for the other part of the bridge to turn up.
A jetty is approximately half a bridge, more precisely an attempt to meet. It reaches into the water, hoping for another jetty on the other shore to connect.
The house on the painting is blue, the way the sky is blue a shy afternoon. Blue like bathing. Blue like drinking. Blue like dreaming.
The windows are dull gray rectangulars. Still I'm convinced that they are windows. Still I see longing in them, more moments in them, then in the beautiful blue surrounding them.
The windows are not aligned. One is lower an slightly leaning. That is because I've been standing long sleepless nights with my elbows on the window sill looking out over the water, waiting for the other part of the bridge to turn up.