by Jeannie E. Roberts
Oars rest upon a rowboat's edges.
There's distance in the blueness,
where the sun sweeps across
mountains, where a cold separation
sits, marks time.
In the simplicity of this moment,
a snapshot of unhappiness crowds
the small open boat. But why does
a sense of tenseness permeate the
essence of this painting?
The Bavarian Alps cradle a pastoral
landscape, where one can imagine
the joy of rowing upon the waves
of Staffelsee Lake, swaying to the
happiness of a different reality.
What is muffled within the blues,
greens, and reds of this scene?
What are you trying to lay bare,
Gabriele? What does the soul
of it mean?