This time it's an ekphrastic poem inspired by a pointillist painting by Georges Seurat.
Bathing at Asnières
Points in space and time,
Make up the lake, the grass
And me. There are all kinds of little dots,
Different colours, different things.
Separate them out,
Make blobs of colour,
A collage of grass and skin and sky,
A beautiful mess of colour, but only that.
Blast them out, of stars and brushes,
And the dots become many things,
The sky, the lake and the grass,
And a swimmer taking a break, to watch the world.