TODAY

Today the rain and wind
lifted the red and orange leaves
near the river bed
sponges my footprints
feeling the urchin curiosity
of being helpless
as an oyster
with bacchanal traces
of my aimless dream visions
an artist waits in his sea cloister
of a kayak
by the Charles River bench
back to drawing in landscapes
and shaping French portraits
from phantoms and bones
and doing a sculpture
out of shells, pebbles, stones.