I watch as lines are drawn
Criss-crossing on the concrete floor
Mesmerising at first
A jumble it appears of thoughts
Of ideas going nowhere.
This is the first of this kind
Previous murals being on walls
Where standing was the method of applying
The trademark colours of your work.
This time reminiscent of Michelangelo
Your body cries out on pain
As you crouch and paint those long hours
The exacting geometry of pattern.
Before my eyes the pool appears
The ripple of water, the depth,
The invitation to dive in
Luxuriate in tempting waters.
The image only to be visible from above
Where drones film it and we are left
Once again in awe of your extraordinary ability.
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