Over Oakwood

Over Oakwood

~ trompe-l'œil æssemblage art & essay by Michael Douglas Jones

Original artwork available at Gallery 322

  Over an oakwood fire, the water I had drawn from the well on Sunday, rose in a steam cloud from the kitchen kettle, and drifted dreamlike out the open window into the winter sky.

  I held my head back, and drank it in deeply from the spring rain.

  This water quenched my summer thirst, and a joy of recognition welled up in me.

  It rolled down my cheek as a tear, dropping onto the ground, where it joined a fallen leaf from the autumn tree.

  The leaf and water merged into the soil to become the budding oak beside the well, where I had drawn water on Sunday.

                         

                          ~Michael Douglas Jones

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