Oil On Canvas

Gray horizon meets golden morning light.

I watch days dawning,

and feel a part of the painting;

I’ve become a piece of foreground.

In two sparse dimensions

I long to smell the salty morning air,

to feel a cool shiver rush on my veins

to meet my shaky bones.

Every sense smothered,

I feel the absence of reality.

Nothing is real.

I’m just oil on canvas;

the edge of a silvery seascape.

Lost inside two dimensions.