PF detail from Pierre-Auguste Renoir - Beach Scene, Guernsey (Children by the Sea in Guernsey) - 1883;


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Beam | Clouded | Receding



I saw you
staring at a sunbeam
on the floor
And my heart
It cascaded from my
chest to the ground.
I could see it there
swimming amidst the
ruins of my former life
now transformed
A new puddle gathering
in the reservoir of the sun.



You hold your hands
like clouds,
waving them in
front of me…
blocking out
the sun.
But sometimes
I see through
them to the
other side.
You can’t hold
back the light



I held you as you turned
to myth
receding from my grasp
          no matter the grip
once more
out of supple reach
I held you as my heart
 as if your face would appear
 behind the foggy glass
 of my bejeweled memory box
I held you as my fingers
       their senses
        longed to stretch and turn
  another caress
  could prove we existed
I held you as you faded
            and stuttered
  no more clear voice
    yet your presence
I held you as I moved on  
 a long cord stretched between us
        a lifeline or a sinking net
     a ladder or a binding
I held you as I looked forward
                 as if I could still be held
                 as if it mattered

Théodore Chassériau “The Two Sisters”