Prison Life

Every morning ā€“ CLACK! ā€“ CLACK! ā€“ CLACK!

The sound of cell doors being unlocked.

Quick! Get up! Hurry to the microwave,

heat water for coffee, my morning elixir.

Careful, do not spill it on me.

Ah! Iā€™m first to the activity room.

I get the seat by the window,

Light on my left to illuminate

My stipple art as I begin my day.

Dot, dot, dot . . . so many dots.

First, the outlines which resolve into shapes,

Pause to check perspective, then more dots.

All day, dots, dots, dots, until they

Begin to build tones and after hours

I see forms on the page.

Forms of people, trees, clouds, all giving

Expression, giving life in a black and white world.

My, did I just stipple a metaphor of

My daily life. If so, I am at peace with my art.

CLACK! CLACK! ClACK! So ends another day.

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