At the Breakwater of the Heart
Even after a deep sleep,
waking with a clear body and mind,
the day paints me with many colors.
Some colors seep in gently,
others strike like arrows.
Some come as unexpected gifts,
and some leave a bitter sting.
As I reflect on the hues that clung to me that day,
I stand before a blank sheet of paper.
Before that quiet, endless white—
as if standing at the edge of a black sea—
I listen to the waves within me.
I like the shore at night.
A feast of darkness,
where even the smallest light shines clear.
The sky, the sea, the earth—
all held in the embrace of black.
The tireless waves crashing against the breakwater,
the cool scent of seaweed,
and the day’s lingering colors in my heart
spread out,
deeper, darker,
glowing quietly.
And so, like walking the shoreline at night,
at the end of the day,
I find myself again
before a white page.
-Watercolor & marker on Kent paper