Today I had the house to myself
(except for the dogs, which is the usual).
No other humans because everyone had
somewhere else to go, except me, yippee…
I had a date, a date with the paint.
I cut, I ripped, I pasted(as all good
keeper’s of the paste should),I wove
and I painted. I worked on multiple
things at once, moving pieces around
the kitchen counter to dry like a
pinwheel in the wind.
I used brushes, old plastic cards,
the palette knife and my hands.
Moved paint around, smushed fingerprints
in, slapped glitter on.
I haven’t had this much time and this
much fun in eight weeks. Even the dogs
cooperated, all seven of them, napping
frequently and expecting less.
The gods were kind, the muses visited
briefly and wily coyote left a telltale
trail. Even the hawks serenaded me
while I played.
Split thinking my brain going off
in so many directions, I’ll share this one.