the rule is that if you’re using markers,

you must have a paper bag underneath you.

but in the excitement of

tape and scissors

and ‘making’

this gets

tricky.

my son is so very active

that any activity he likes that is still-ish

i back enthusiastically and strongly encourage.

however, nothing short of hovering

(which i know i don’t want)

keeps the island apart

from the overflow.

even as i ripped open both

lovely skeins from the post this week

(and the artwork continued full force in my kitchen)

my mind began to weave and wonder

about just what would be left

on the tabletops of their sunny windowed space

when gryphon and the ‘sanguinites’ call it a day on any given day.

as the walls look down

on the leftover evidence of ‘over the salt sea‘ becoming this

the very planks themselves must long for waves and ocean breezes

feeling the pull of uncharted territory

over the interplay of light and lack

on that everchanging

salty surface.

‘remains’ taken from 8:22 of genesis.