Submerged Ecosystem

A brush stroke is like a single arm greeting the air, 
after delving forward in a pool.
The cool sensation as the water laps off the body, slipping off like a mask. 
An inverted atmosphere. What hides under the water?

The art will swim in sequence. 
My brush wobbles like a fish and shimmers thin like the ocean. 
It smiles with its waves. 

The color will be a boisterous blue, as will the themes. 
Forms consist of what I left behind on shore. 
All of what I left behind. 

Throwing paint on a canvas is relief from meaning. 
This must be the needed breath?
The lifeguard saving the drowning child. 

The pool is my conversation, my passion, 
but I hope it does not wash the sand of my ideas. 
Progress is peculiar as laps ensue. 

Thanks for reading. ~Erickson