if you should have me pinpoint it exactly
you were right to trust an honest eye
the eye with much light
salt air moistening brand new poem
self-portrait cheerful and grateful
moved
further back into my psyche
jumping out of the box
crazy paint chips loudly applaud
a crisp, must-see dream
the irony, debatable
upward punchy poets must move on
sky advanced to
a crack of sunlight behind curtains
by mary ann blinkhorn
mypenandme 
Still putting out some good poetry there Mary Ann.
That’s very kind, Laurie. Thanks.
You’re welcome.
images come and go for me, never quite staying long enough; but I think of a morning long ago spent waking up in a mud hut by the lake (which was not salt of course).
A mud hut by the lake?
Yes. This was in South-Central Africa – Malawi. In a holiday village on Lake Malawi. Of disappointing standard but in a beautiful spot. We had thought they had food there but, oh, no! Luckily, some friends had brought enough to feed us also. I remember I was very reluctant to get up that morning – I hate it when there is a lack of basic facilities, like a bathroom! (Worst experience was shaving in cold sea water on a beach in the south of France one morning a long time ago. Gee, that was tough.) There was a toilet of sorts,I think, best not remembered, obviously.
I lay in bed and luxuriated in not getting up and the sunlight and cool breeze coming through the window. No photos, unfortunately.
Sunlight and a cool breeze. Love that.