Zhou & Torrence – August 2020

Ron Torrence and Winston Zhou traded art and words. Winston shared this image, titled “Quarantine Walk,” with Ron:

In response, Ron wrote this poem:

speak memory

chaos
rules
my life

groping
hesitant
faltering

lost in night

shimmering discs
float the forest
here there

beckoning me
to darkness
within
darkness

pathways
familiar in day
phantasmagoric
moon’s albino reflections

fireflies
light my way
like hansel’s bread crumbs

trickling water

the brook

a shape

the fallen tree bridge

my hands
like ant’s antenna
search

dawn
incisions
night

calling the brook
to life

i sit the log
dangling feet
a young boy

below
tadpoles wiggle
impatient to be frogs

miraculous little bugs
pontoon the water

helicoptering dragonflies

zig here

zag there

a world complete

like
sixty years
ago

quanta
of my being

though
it no longer
exists

* * * * *

Ron shared this poem and several others with Winston:

the journey itself is home

if
i
could
fly

i would skim low over twinkling water
as far as the eye can see

if
i
could
sing

i would serenade under luminous moon
as far as the ear can hear

if
i
could
paint

i would color sunrise sunset
as far as the sky can go

twinkling water

            luminous moon

                          sunrise sunset

habitats

of

my

mind

In response to this poem and the others, Winston made this untitled pair of images: