If I could paint in blue,

mind is like an ocean, calm,

ripples at its shores, deep, bottomless, and yet

not fathomless.

Measured in strokes, and

darting, diving, flitting things,calm.

Calm like a shark. Cool

waters, far from chaos and the

maddening actions of land-locked men,

their wives and concubines.

The womb of a shark is a satisfying place

to be.

The eye of this ancient mariner

is unblinking, unblinking black.

(a tribute to Jean-Do)