We paint our lives with each drop spilled.
Sloshing over the edge with careless hands and words
falling to the paper and running into a river
of thoughts that try to pat dry
and create anew
to cover the blemish of the mistakes
the clumsy errors of a reckless hand
that knocks then rights
extra napkins to hold just in case
it spills again.
In between the ink-blot designs
we fabricate our fantasies and dreams
and for but a moment live within
the things only we can see,
only we can carry that image of what is needed
and how it will be
for each soul creates its own destiny
for manifesting its way to completion
and blank slates waiting
to try again.
So we tip and spill a bit more
covering the first creation now that it is
and now make something bigger and better
like a vision board of coffee tastings
different flavors and consistencies
all we desire like children we stare
as we walk by the choices
and choose none for lack
of a rainy day resource.