Working the Brush
You work the brush, lift, and press. Texture.
You step back. Step back in.
twist the bristles. A new texture. Step back.
Imagine the layers. Laugh as the music plays,
that something so spontaneous on the eye
should take such consideration.
A deep breath. A new color. Shutting your eyes.
Seeing. Then again, you work the brush, trusting
you will know when to stop.
About this poem.
One of the great arts in life is knowing when to stop.
The photograph is a detail from a recent painting.