Sherrie-Leigh Jones, Faint Outlines on the Eastern Horizon, 2016 (Artist Website, Instagram, Twitter)
Cellulose transfer print, 20 x 20 cm
Edition of 10
Sorrow will not fold into a month of summer nights spilled
across the first half of my life tumbled & eddied
in the confluence of marriage & parenthood
almost a cliché everyone
has blue pooled in the estuary of heart
pumped along channels just beneath
the surface of everyday recycled
in cloud of mind and body
full as rain, greening the world
green a waste color, some say, others say food
sometimes, I say, a change of season
the last breath of dying picked up
by the newly born not a beat dropped in the wide rhythm
as if every mother's sleight of hand
her reassurance, nothing to fear, when she is nothing but
afraid is not a trick after all but a testament to circuity
the bending of linear time which we take to mean death
less river than teeming flood where every winding vein bleeds into ocean
to become clouds again like the curve hidden in flat horizon