By the sapphire sea I wait,
marveling how the sun’s colors play,
dancing across the wat’ry stage.
My easel lies bare on its stand,
brush poised delicately in my hand,
paint surface hardening in a tan.
Mesmerized, hypnotized I watch
as the cerulean tides wash
upon the emerald algae moss.
My eyes glaze over as I look,
toward the stark white driftwood,
glinting in the light from salty soot.
A buzzing fly breaks my reverie,
bringing forth the forgotten memory,
of the empty canvas of ivory.
Thoughts turn to my mission
and its simplistic origin:
a wandering and floating vision.
To capture but a moment in time
beside the forest of deepest pine
and express the purest of design.
My mind returns and so does my focus,
my thoughts becoming less viscous
as they crawl like urchins boneless.
The brush’s bristles hover
in waiting, wanting the closure
of a piece, finished and over.