IMPRESSIONISTIC PAINTING

Sitting here all alone - gazing down at two 

tall, thin, glazed glasses, with light pink

and blue straws – each straw slanting

the other way - away from me ….

Did I do something wrong?

Summer coolers … just sitting there -

one on a paper napkin with lipstick on it ….

I’m watching ice cubes melting ….

I’m seeing  thin streams of water crawling

down the outsides of the glasses ….

Strawberry – lime – orange –

cool summer drinks - just sitting there

on a bright white table cloth - covering

a heavy black metal clumsy, clunky table …

the kind that makes hard to move sounds …

grunts - when pulled along heavily

on the concrete ground. I’m  watching

the whole scene as if -  as if it was being

painted  - and this whole scene was a canvas - 

and I’m in the painting  - sitting here all alone

in the upper wrong side corner - all by myself?

Did I do something wrong?

My eyes followed a rich green grass lawn

that  lead down to the dock. Oh ….

I didn’t tell you. That’s where everyone was -

down there by the sail boat that just arrived -

carrying the newly wed couple back home

to see some of the family - some of the

old friends back here - back home -  those

who couldn’t make the wedding. It was

the scene - the painting I always pictured

would be mine with her. But, he isn’t me.

Did I do something wrong?

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2013