Approach Poem by Julia Woodman

Rain Is Falling. Winter Approaches. I Drive Towards It. In The Slow Rain. In The Semi-darkness. Cello Music Is Playing In The Car. The Deep Sad Sound Of The Cello. It Almost Swamps Me. Routine Endeavours To Swamp Me. The Everyday Paying Of Bills.

But I Paint Men Walking In A City Of Icebergs And Crystal. Some Of The Icebergs Are Red. I Paint A Woman Swimming In Green Wavy Water. Surrounded By Desert Mesas. Bright Orange In The Sunlight. With Darker Orange For Shadows.

I Paint Two People. With Purple And Pink And Yellow And Blue Circles Overlapping The Boundaries Of Their Bodies. Dancing.

Life Is Not Ordinary. When I See You Tonight I Will Press My Lips To Your Eyelids. Each One In Turn. I Will Rub My Fingertips Over The Skin On The Back Of Your Hands And Around Your Wrists. I Will Sigh. I Will Growl. I Will Whinny. I Will Gallop Into Your Smile. One Sharp Foot After The Other.