0202 markes a month and day in a delightfully symmetrical kind of way

2020 is a year still new _ in this dated poem involving the number two

But what of zero, it’s not just a void ... for two doesn’t become twenty until after it’s deployed

With the present receding again and again, looking backwards, memories begin to extend beyond cognitive certainties into a subconscious sublime - thence recalled randomly via an emotional vine

Situated singularly on a cold concrete floor, a seat is salvation for toes and more, it’s occupants observing, in a pivoting way, an indoor installation on a quiet winter day

 The tempest is past, silhouetted towers remain - sandwiched between sunset and residuals of rain

Mankind and nature dancing a tango of two, footprints soar stirringly in a surrealistic stew

Edges ripple across a plain with an apparent bite that just might explain the element of danger that’s potentially perceived without being properly handled or carefully received

Embracing existence, above and below - Twisting and turning, on a roll - Holding tightly, then letting go - Grasping newly, now in the know - Connecting consciously, not for show - Bringing empathy, a salve for woe - Lending a hand, feeling aglow

Tarnished timber on a shore, resting briefly then moving more ==> Taken by tide, origin unknown - floating freely, not nailed or owned ==> Knowing mostly sea or sand; no longer tethered to the land

Mortar mixtures blend with time to form collages of cement with lime ... and other ingredients such as shale and sand, or slate and clay from the land

Tomatoes tranched in ascending rows with reddened skin (reflectivity aglow) await their fate in a culinary role - be it sliced or diced or just eaten whole

Dots arranged in an array of lines, horizontal and vertical and diagonally aligned, cause a perforated portrayal of an outdoor scene - causing mystery about what’s beyond the screen

Wire woven into chains of steel form permeable portals both asymmetrical and surreal

Overlapping edges in a series are a sight when graphically growing in size to the right

For parallel planes will warp beyond belief as they conspire to create a puzzling relief

And when punctuated by a portal reaching for the sky, there are plenty tricks that perspective plays upon the eye

Carafes containing an essence of life will translucently transmit either serenity or strife

Perpendicular planes and ninety degrees form geometric shapes that subtly please

Cropped lines run infinitely out of sight while vertical faces bounce a majority of the light

With accentuated shading and contrast controlled, an abstraction is created to ponder or behold

Open panes provide a guise to view the installation as a succession of plies

Peeling paint poignantly lends a palpable patina on panels with bends

If the veneered sheen of the limelight’s glow fractures in the face of some sort of reality below

A ceding of perfection need not be a resulting concern, for humility becomes available for others to discern

And once visible one’s vulnerability, in the face of it all, is a liberation from the fetter of fearing a fall

Grit and grime exactly define a corrosion that comes from neglect over time

Is a mysterious manifestation in my mind simply a surrealistic synopsis of a creation in kind?

Tracks traverse in a quilted show as they segment a street softly layered with snow

Sauce assumes a sinuous side with the assistance of spoon strokes and a swirling override

A cracked collage of arboreal skin shields a trunk in a natural win

Sun slashing across grid-like gates, destroying darkness as it angularly ablates

Upon a porch and well past noon, light ripples in a silky swoon

From ephemeral shadows set in stainless steel my mind finds a face amongst the surreal

Generally speaking suburban streets at night are somber in shadows etched from harsh electrical light

Machined in metal and mounted with screws, it’s hearty for heaving in a transient adieu

A perpendicular pillar projects its massive might which culminates in charcoal after a dalliance of damp delight