Painting in Morning
Perfect light reveals
Deep texture in a canvas sky.
Finest of brush hairs dot a mosaic landscape,
A seascape, devoid of birds.
Royal blue island in the horizon,
Draped by reaching, nearly horizontal trunks,
Their fronds freshened by fragile currents,
So many ways to see green, sea green.
Dual brushes semaphore, “Do not save me.”,
Rather, draw the world around me,
Leaves and stones showing through,
My transparent self,
With sands of white, with aqua fingers
Spanning land, and beading my skin.
Draw these around me, paint them with pure pigments,
Paint them in the colors they speak,
The colors they sing,
In the colors of the truest, best and brightest
Of my life.