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: