Saturday, December 11, 2010

Time Traveling in My Room

When I lived in the orange building

I watched the sun rise over the mountains

the mist come up in the valley

like being in a sea of clouds

My little dog woke me each morning

tail wagging pioneer

I always followed exactly where she led

When I look across my room

at the painting of my home

I feel a peaceful comfort

and miss my dog

Once in Arabia I walked

two days without water

sometimes sliding down the sand dune

enveloped in my white cotton robes

A few people would wonder

about this maybe

but still to drink that fine

water from a pale hand

was paradise at the end

I don't have a painting of those two days

except in the cavern

of my mind

with its fat golden candles


Pep said...

Love the painting, and the poem! And wonder about your dog.

Stirling Davenport said...

Yes, I just wrote this as a surreal exercise. Glad you like the painting. I hope to do more in this style. If I ever had a dog, she would be a little fluffy white dog, I think.