It lasted seven days and it was held at the gallery in Hamilton House, Bristol, UK.
It was my first exhibition and – more importantly – the first exhibition of a fantastic artist, Chiara Giribaldi, who lent her drawings to my poems.
To be honest, it wasn’t our exhibition, but a dazzling collection of art from the Women of the World group, a colorful and inspiring group of women I am honored to be part of.
Here’s one of the poems presented:
A whispered name,
a footprint in the sand.
We are clouds,
cruising through the sky,
full of ourselves
we could change the world.
We could let it rain
or move aside to let the sun shine.
We might live and die over the ocean
or travel as far as the highest mountain.
Then, one day,
nothing is left of us,
but an empty space
and the blue sky above us.
The sun can’t remember us.
The ocean barely notices we’re gone.
Our legacy goes lost
in a million droplets of water.
(In case you’re wondering, Lost is the poem at the bottom right.)