How We Enter Paradise

Ode to a canvas print Background: a sullen sky, pale light at horizon. Green-water sea of snowcapped swells, hint of nightfall in the breaking waves. Foreground: a bivouac of logs stand watch, side by side like siblings, darkened by salt and storm, oddly illuminated at base, as if from some celestial flashlight. Shaped like a ship's prow, or nave of a church, alpha at shore, omega in the sea, signaling the way to an infinity beach. "Here, You Enter," seems the summons, cradled for a while in a circle of safety, their gate to the winds, your weary body's Zen, O Passenger, en route to the skies. Here you enter, here you end, in the arms of the sea. She, who absolves all pain and compromise.