I see you in outline,
as a sketch of mere form and
intersecting lines of void,
composed of dark greys
and blacks angled
with presence, but
no life yet that speaks
beyond some shapes,
except in mind’s surmise.
Then the pause of the brush,
and the hesitation, till details warm
come in turns and curves built with
colours mixed with life;
and then upon this sacred cloth
is formed the shades and hues
that bring you here as
person fixed but unfinished,
as I now gaze upon the scene
and think of you unknown but
captured for a time.
19/8/2018