as a pointillist I dabble in implication,
you infer sky and water from dots I render

the eyes' sweet surrender
to that which is not 

I touch the blue by the sky inside you,
provoke the memory of dappled green

whorls of afternoon sun diffract lazily 
off the pond reflecting nearby reindeer lichen

you the viewer 
are yourself 

once again
twice stippled

cc: Carlos 2021