• Paint
    Painting
    Colors; they love to dance
    Across my canvas
    Without my mind knowing
    What is going to happen to them
    They ask to be
    Put into a sensible form, who am I to
    refuse?
    Words
    Writing
    They ask to be painted
    Into something the mind can
    Grasp
    Something my body can understand
    Something that can be taken in
    And yet
    Left
    On the canvas, where painting and words
    Collide and
    Belong.