Pouring Paint

Vrulja Bay, Makarska, Croatia
Pouring Paint

I.	
She enters the cool cave of her studio
in the quiet hours of morning,
pulling back the curtains –
light pours in. 

She stands at her craft table,
gazes at the empty field before her,
possibility pulsing and pumping.  

II.
Oh! The rainbow!
She sorts through the bottles
sky or sun or lake,
or maybe geraniums? 
She divides nature’s infinity 
to a handful.

The canvas waits like a child 
just before Mom gives 
the go-ahead to jump into the pool. 

III.
She pours: 
the Adriatic aqua of the sea in Croatia
raspberries, full and ripe
silvery birches. 
Big puddles.
Dots and dabbles. 

IV.
She gives these new friends time 
to get to know each other.
Then she start the music,
and they dane
in slow flowing steps. 

They take up the space they’re given
waltzing to the edges.
Drip Drop Plop over the sides,
little psychedelic splashes – 
like candy to decorate your daughter’s 
birthday cake when she’s 7. 

V. 
The sea-fruit-tree settles 
and stills, holding 
her energy, singing joy 
on the wings of her breath. 

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