06 Jul The Linden Tree
I came into your room today, to work here while you are at school. I found the perfect place to sit, back between the handles of your chest of drawers. The sun lights up squares of carpet and I can see the Linden tree coming into bud through the window. I want to be near to your exploratory, feeling-everything-energy. In a week I feel dull, drab and weary I want the newness and very present complications you feel to imprint on me and my work. By Elli Johnson A poem written while sitting in my (then) 16 year old daughter's bedroom on the floor looking at the changing light. My eldest...