Sometimes
I paint pictures in my head
with sweeps of blue sky,
dapples of flowers, and
soft yellow suns.

Sometimes
I paint with intention,
making plans,
forseeing the white clouds
and packed-dirt paths
leading to somewhere unknown.

Sometimes
my paintings don’t align with the plans,
thoughts of togetherness are replaced by aloneness
and my paint brush rushes to cover over the blips.

Sometimes
I paint pictures layers deep,
hiding the bitter winds,
violent storm clouds,
and disappointed face
under sweeps of blue sky,
dapples of flowers, and
soft yellow suns.