Observations (in the raw)
A thin, constant light,
(a sun push)
wakes my empty eyes
This week starts the hot season. It is the time of no rain. Oddly, the morning starts with some clouds. Is this a tease? Is this a break from the norm? Is this an attempt at hope?
I suddenly have this desire, this urge, to 'right' everything in my life. I wish to repair all the broken things, to scrape the peeling paint and start anew. I want a sense of harmony. For one to find harmony in the midst of chaos may just be heaven.
Pat Greenwell is an artist. A painter and sometimes poet, he has been searching the New Mexico desert for a couple of years now, looking for lost possibilities and probable intentions.
"...mostly stream-of-consciousness stuff, you know...