Solitude on a Sunday Afternoon

Solitude on a Sunday Afternoon

Cool, nature, filtered air,

draws enriched blood,

of imbued capillaries,

of transfused serenity.

A gentle sun,

pleasant and friendly in disposition,

greets as I emerge from daylight shadows,

with a comforted embrace of a perfect day.

I come upon her from a distance, really

sitting in angelic white on the old pond dock,

legs crossed, absorbed book in-hand,

impressionistic to behold.

I hesitate in approach,

to disturb her moment, to greet her.

I marvel at her possibilities,

the scope of breadth, of touch.

Instead

I turn, head back,

to preserve my etched encounter on a canvas eternal.

-Mark Trubisky

Inspired by the painting “Solitude on a Sunday Afternoon”