Like looking through water
A vibrating world
Where all of the chaos
Has been left unfurled
And waves interfere
With each other’s intentions
And merge and remerge
With imperfect inventions
To paint the true picture
That no one can see
When a small drop of paint
Is all that they can be
Upon leaving the brush
Watercolor and lush
But without them the canvas
Is empty and hushed
A Life in Poems 