Finally, I am not in England, its been a long time since I left. Its been 8 years. I am disoriented and excited. The way I have chosen to capture my experiences of this art residency is through photography, drawing and poetry. I have not written much poetry before despite being a deeply poetic person. Here are a few poems I have written so far.
Trip Ditty
A distant feeling trips,
skips, breaks, touches
The cold tips of my fingers
breath steams like
geysers rise,
heart beat.
Slip trip,
break.
Beauty.
Time
Long day, short light.
Different sided
discombobulation.
Road riding on the right,
side, spinning me up.
Down and swimming.
Cold, hot swimmers in,
the steam warming bodies.
Connecting, grounding in,
an ungroundable fast.
The experience.
Reykjavik Sunlight
Wake early in the
dark, sleep, warm.
Wait.
Sun comes, the long rise.
Like an eternal sunset of gold, glowing
around our edges. Our bodies.
Softening the sting on red cheeks.
Like God on your face, a kiss which
is short and missed,
until the next time we meet.
Self Love
Outside of it,
outside of the warm dapple of your skin.
Inside you, I am.
Unaware, frozen out
by my confusion.
Am I confused?
By being outside
location.
In a moment is a space to occupy.
The shame of defiance.
But I don't mean to defy you.
My dislocation pain
location is my own.
Owned, crested with gold,
kissed, loved, accepted
and cared for.
To embrace my own love
is to heal, not to imagine
and crave your warmth,
that may not exist.
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