Linda Saccoccio: Rotations

Rotations

Colors, come together

Like packs of wolves

Or Italians in public spaces

A market, cinema, or a bus

Clustered, clinging, friction

The space, air, is shared

Unconditionally, unconsciously

Howling, buzzing

Rotating around the sun

A bee circling a lily on a pond

Nectar its bliss

Succumbing to union

Birthed to process, pattern, productivity

Time turns the water

An acorn drops and enters

Concentric ripples radiate

Perfectly paced intervals

A turtle dives deep below

A frog winks with his inside joke

More ripples rock his boat

Moss green algae

Dark green lily pads

Tip and waver

In the motion of summer pleasures

In the colors of the afternoon

Paddle your boat to nowhere

It’s a fine everywhere

With romancing colors

Arm in arm

  

(Linda Saccoccio, 2010)