Stained Glass Interior Pages
After the Country
Once I lived by a creek,
the sound of water was everywhere.
Now I live among houses
where people argue, trucks clatter.
I sleep fitfully, waking
hot, not wishing to be
awake. Longing for rest,
eyes swollen. I look at my face,
recognizing a stranger.
I go for days
never talking to anyone.
Stained Glass, page 8
artist's book
8.25 x 10.5
2005