Reveil

Though the leaves have fallen

I began to decay

An image alive with color

Rich brown and luminous watery death

Of a life mirrored on the water’s surface

A rusted rail shaped by the countless hands that once held onto it

The corrosion, abandonment or a record, evidence of human passage

Marks left by time, memory of a time, memory of a now

The vulnerability to desire what we must eventually let go of

In collaboration with Black Heritage gallery - New Orleans LA