Amalgamation

by Jennifer Wren Call

It begins with observation—
A globe of glass, a small fixation.
Beach and sea in odd rotation,
Upside down in contemplation.

Is it truth or fabrication?
A mind’s own recreation?
No trick, no cheap illusion—
Just light in conversation.

We crave neat explanation
But live in fluctuation.
The eye sees transformation,
The soul feels revelation.

Each shift, an education.
Each view, a meditation.
What is real needs no translation—
Just your quiet concentration.

So call it art. Or aberration.
Call it dream. Or affirmation.
This world is not deception—
It’s just your own interpretation.

This is the completion
of my contemplation,
in this collection—
or is it contribution
to my fascination
with innovation
in illustration?

A dance of refraction,
a silent jubilation.
A lens-shaped narration
of nature’s flirtation.
Call it reflection,
call it creation—
a fragile equation
of sand and sensation.

Perhaps, just perhaps,
it's an invitation—
to pause in elation
at life's wild foundation.