Friday, August 7, 2015

In that Place

Time, in fact, 
is the whole point and purpose of summer, 
time by the armful, 
time heaped up and overflowing, 
the way it was when we were younger 
and schools closed down in June, 
revealing an expanse of time 
in front of us 
like a tree-lined allée 
into forever. 
And it takes time 
just to get used to time, 
to adjust our rhythms. 
Slow the pulse. 
Summer is cumulative 
and needs to pile up, 
attain a certain mass, 
at which point 
the days stop being days 
and melt together to become a place, 
a self-contained, 
motionless country 
wholly set apart from time 
and containing within its boundaries 
all summers past and future.

-Barbara Holland, Endangered Pleasures 


Rosy-Fingered, Englishman Bay
6x6", acrylic on canvas board
landscape
2015


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