Blind Man Painting

Early in the morning and the light is not so good,
a mix of clouds and sun, always changing
as the wind blows the clouds by.

You are stuck. A little paralyzed. unable to see,
your vision, the one that sees what is not there
yet, struggles. All you see is an empty canvas

and tools, too many to count. You do not see color.
You do not see the emotions
that normally flood your mind like too many flames,

And so, you shut your eyes. Reach for a brush.
Close them again and find your paint by braille.
And begin, knowing even starting wrong

is better than not starting at all.