10"x10"1.5" acrylic and mixed media by Lori DiPasquale
Eventually,
all things merge into one
and a river runs through it.
The river was cut by the world’s
great flood and runs over rocks
from the basement of time.
On some of the rocks are
timeless raindrops
under the rocks are the words
and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.
(A River Runs Through It - Norman Maclean)
