paint

paint

painting.  i paint.

i play intently into it's magic

swirls running, alive it comes.

i do not think,

and that is when i know,

it is good

so much to learn in the quiet,

in the wind. 

the way a body moves,

a fan cools,

a brush paints.

the quiet afternoon soothes,

uplifts, pauses the day.