|August 31, 1997 - Coronado Hotel - Panama|
What the Canvas will Allow: Paintings for my Papi
I don't know how, I'm going to learn.
I've never painted before.
I need greens, reds, orange,
blues, yellows and forgiving browns.
The colors will spread:
a generous canvas will allow.
I will being early in the morning,
everyday until the paint is dry.
I will attempt oils with a lenient brush or two:
A young palm tree iguana green
A small panga near Taboga Island
A thin highball glass, Coca Cola meeting rum
A series of stretched hands, the background in afternoon colors
A collection of Huaca artifacts, a whistle, a bowl, a pipe
A house of orchids tall, with the doors open wide.
by Elena Arosemena
I wrote this poem in January of 2003. It was shortly after my Father's funeral which was held in Panama the week after he passed on January 8th, 2003.
I miss him everyday.