I got a job this week to pay for paints. I worked one day and have already put myself into debt buying Golden Acrylics®. I’ll pay for them with my first check. Now the dilemma.
No time to paint. And the muse turns out the light and rolls over from exhaustion.
A poem from when I was younger doing the same “stand on your feet all day” work:
Because We Love We Suspend In His Uterine Jelly
Reflections on these days with you
How could I demand anything from them
when I got the bliss of the real womb
earth and universe now?
Everyman should want something pink to follow him
but no man is in demand
so there’s a fat chance of that happening
Let me put it this way:
To my right are clouds the color
and two pine tops
nothing but wavering flowers
And to my left
where you my love have gone
wanting October’s blue-gray coolness.
My love, I call you always
to see how every life circles around us
So ahead of my body
a fullness of green healthy leaves
and behind me a thought of their bright yellow turning
a thousand little school buses
into slow autumn pageants of splendid wetness
They carry you, the only living child, off to school.
My love we live in a womb a million times greater
than your doubled
My love we live in a shattering delirium of joyousness
There is someone or some thing larger than us
but not greater
spending love effortlessly like a good mother
I think it is the power of our easiness
and frank and unwavering passion for each other
that gives God the desire to paint
perfect skies for tall walls
I believe that we hold the world together perfectly
In fact, what else can they think worthwhile
than to revolve around us?