Long Exposure

A vessel filled
A cup of water
Not a drop spilled
Your only daughter

Dip a toe in
See if its; warm enough
To go in

I don't know yet
If the seed I'm sowing
Will continue growing
Rain or blight depending

I suppose none of us
Really knows anything
So much backwash
Festering ponds of denial
The colour of bile
To prime the canvas

An expanse of brown and green
A scene to be seen
Felt, observed, worked, lived in.