I’d rather watch drying paint

Have you ever noticed
how pale paint is in the tin?
You can’t help wondering –
can this really be blue?

But on the wall
suddenly the hue appears,
and it really is blue,
and the more you paint,
the bluer it gets.

Watching paint dry – how glorious!
What an excellent use of time –
seeing glossy palest blue
flatten, becoming barely satiny,
deepen until the blue is
overwhelming, engulfing.

And now I am standing
in my own internal sky,
dreaming about what to paint next –
a silver-grey tree trunk,
branches, leaves,
eagles or kookaburras…

There is nothing as exciting,
so filled with anticipation,
as watching paint dry.

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