There’s an invisible man
who walks behind me
and paints footprints with water
on the boardwalk.
He likes to draw my
silhouette on the ground
and make me look
taller than i am.
i don’t like that he
uses such temporary paints –
water and shadow –
and so his paintings
fade and my portrait is
unpainted.
He seems to think
it’s up to me
to paint a more permanent
symphony
of colours and
Words
with more than just water
and distorted shadows;
an “everlasting”
legacy.
But i find it hard to
believe,
in all my insignificance
and futility,
that a legacy is
something not like
a breath in the wind.
Scribblings by Kate 