Dreaming in Colors
When I was a child, I smeared azure
blue paint onto dark concrete
and turned the cold tarmac
lemon yellow and emerald green. Then, I went to school and
the Science Professor told me
we dream in Black and White. So I dropped my brush,
Closed my eyes and got a cubicle. Thirty years later, I opened my eyes
Once again only to see
That I had to paint myself back into a corner
For it is there on the edge of the palette knife,
the tip of a fan brush
on white canvas
where the answers live. For how can you really know anything
until you paint it or see it...more
