I Was Willing to Compete

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I WAS WILLING TO COMPETE IN A FOOT RACE. I WAS WILLING TO COMPETE IN THE ARENA OF BUSINESS, MEASURING MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS IN TERMS OF INTEREST POINTS. I KNEW THAT I WOULD LOOSE BUT NEVERTHELESS IN BOTH CASES I BELIEVED THAT EVEN THE LOSS WOULD BE SOME SORT OF ACCOMPLISHMENT. BUT, COME NOW, WAS I TO COMPETE WITH THE STREET LIGHTS OF A FOREIGN CITY, AT NIGHT, REFLECTED IN WET PAVEMENTS? NO, I WOULD GIVE UP COMPLETELY. OR RATHER I WOULD HOPE IN VAIN, AS WE ALL HOPE, TO BECOME THOSE LIGHTS AND SOUNDS, TO BE THE RUMBLE IN THE DISTANCE OF SOMETHING UNKNOWN. THAT IS THE LONGING OF THE IMAGINATION, WHILE AT THE SAME TIME DRAWING THE COVERS MORE CLOSELY AROUND ME IN THE WINTER, COLD, WANTING SOMEONE TO PRESS AGAINST ME FOR THE WARMTH.

Oil on tin
5" x 7"
October, 2008