This version of end-of-the-week art offers picture, poetry & voice - Art meant to enlighten your life as a caregiver.
Crossing Summer’s Creek
(To listen as well as read, click link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6k8rwcVqns
Comes now a sudden turn
Into soft surprise.
Some whisper in the forest
That draws my eye’s energy.
“Over there,” the oak leaves sigh,
“Crossover summer’s creek.”
As the grit & glass clear from eyes
Where they needed to be,
Where blood must be shed
By men like me who need
To fight before we can rest,
I crossover, kneel on sharp rock,
Tear my torn body through thorn
Bushes, stare down a copperhead.
“Raise your eyes,” the snake spits.
Before me a secret path gestures.
A curved shape sits in a meadow.
Peace. Arms open.
Her gentle smile. Her strength.
-Erie Chapman, 2020
Photo by Erie: "Climbing Into Summer" 2018
