I Can Paint A Day

I can paint a day with hues of gold, violet
And the crispness of the winter dawn
Where I fall into the crevices of comfort
The sound of my child, laughing
The wind humming through dormant trees
Tingling in the tips of my toes
And a rhythmic heartbeat
Steady and pure

I can paint a moment within the landscape
Of this pain
The burning, grip, shearing and tearing
The skin raw and weary
I hear her cries for tenderness
I feel her ache for breath
And I support her and let her widen
Soften, expand
And then contract again
I wipe her tears as she struggles
I cocoon her in light

I can paint a path
Winding and curious
With pebbles and stones
With softness
And cement
As I skip and dance
Swaying with the turns
Floating with the soft sun
And sparkling aqua sky
The sound of my feet
Like the rhythm of a drum
Ever-flowing force
Will and delight

I can paint away
All that pressed against my Truth
All that diminished my words
And the scars and the wounds
All the fears and the fighting
The pushing and pounding
The quest is now over

Today I paint anew
I wait and I wonder
I curl into the unknown
And let my colors fly…