Today I would rather paint
than poem
It is easier
to watch the swirling pigments and water
then to touch upon
whatever inner tornado is going on right now
Safer maybe?

Today I would rather paint
than poem
Words are not coming easily today
no matter how much coffee I pour down my gullet
and the little dry pots on the palette
only need a little water to come to life

Today I would rather paint
than poem
It would be easier to blend the greens and browns
the yellows, the blues
and blur them to express
a landscape that I have never visited
rather than
enter the actual space
of my own soul.
Safer, maybe?