I snapped this photo of the sunrise on the beach in Hollywood, Florida about ten years ago, and wrote this poem on the beach in Jacksonville, Florida about ten hours ago.

Life - Art - Nature - Awakening

The Cup Was Overflowing Onto The Saucer, The Plate Was Flying Across The Room, The Pot Was Calling The Kettle Black, And The Fork Was Trying To Knife The Spoon.

The Easel Was Ridiculously Slanted, The Canvas Was Holding Onto The Past, The Palette Was Showing Its True Colors, And The Paint On The Brush Was Drying Too Fast.

The Decisions Had Been Long In The Making, And Were Not What They Expected To Hear, The Ordeal Strained Their Relationships, And The Silence Was Deafeningly Clear.

Ton Dou