Puddle, 1952, M. C. Escher |
I see a pattern
asymmetry of nature
unadorned in a drab canvass
footprints leads one to parents
the universal one, mother earth
she cushions the sharp edges
zigzag branches imprison the light on the ground
track marks are inevitable
to roll into invisible something
"pour water over me
let the fine details embed into me
I will draw circles
do thumb painting"