chagall backdrop

I start with a notion of myself
from which all else grows

my cheek sinks into a cold pillow
and I heave a sigh for having never felt
this good

under a spell –
a concussion, under water

metallic dinghies

upside down in waves along an island sporting
a solitary palm tree

rarely have I backstroked
this long or so well

just like my mother,
I’m buoyant

© Chagall 2014