MORNING CONVERSATION

Last night was rough. We said the things that came to our heads without thinking. Your words stuck to me as you meant them to. The prickly way I spoke my mind, mostly unkind, pierced your skin right through. Bedded in pride we closed up for the night. But the sun is shaking us awake. Those eyes closed so tight and tense are opening with little defense as we take in the view. There is little contrast between me and you in this early light. The edges we pointed out so clearly at day's end now seem to blend into each other; and with no shadow there's nothing to cover. The morning washes out the doubt and fear of being near another. It's quiet conversation now, with surrender at its center. Tender. Mercies are new. 

12 x 36 in (triptych, each canvas 12 x 12 in)
mixed media painting