water lilies

with time

on my hands, 

waiting for the phone to ring,

for my ship

to come in, 

i open the box,

the large puzzle box

of a Monet painting.

two by three feet.

it's another water lily number.

apparently

he had a thing

for water lilies. 

i wonder if he had to fight

of the mosquitos

when doing his paintings.

flies and bugs,

ants. bees.

there's a lot of bluish

and greenish

tiles.

yellow and pinks.

i start with some edges.

it's ten o'clock

in the morning, but by noon,

i've started to drink.

each piece

looks the same.

my eyes blur and a headache

starts to come on.

this is torture, madness.

i sweep it all up

into the box.

maybe tomorrow i'll

start again, but

i doubt it.