I had completed my task
dispersing my offerings
my colors well positioned
I was free for other things

I hovered the surfaces
retracing my steps
in a reluctance to leave
falling out of my depth

One mis-step I took
when I did not look
where I stumbled through
the color Blue

In regal silence it had presided
impasto plump – lying in wait
this slow drying meat eater
waiting for prey – touched my fate

oil soaked by this chance encounter
stained blue cloaked and glazed
whispering promises of infinity
I drew back covered and dazed

A close brush with Blue
its beauty cancels all sin
it is good to be in paradise
if only now and then

(from the point of view of a paint brush)