Hitchhiking A Ride To Paradise.
Updated on December 18, 2009
Hitchhiking A Ride To Paradise.
My oasis is a palette,
into which I
stick out my thumb,
and get carried
away across the
canvas of possibilities.
Soft strokes
of brilliant colors,
like a lover's fingers
paint beauty and leave
a puddle drying
on a white square.
I can create
new worlds
in a single stroke
or assemble a still life
that moves souls.
There is only one
palm on my oasis,
it lies shaded
underneath the palette,
balancing pigments
of imagination.
I become
marooned there
feasting on the
fruits of my labor,
and sipping cool water
from a bottle nearby.
When I leave
my palette,
I leave a memory,
drying in the
oils of passion.
People pay
me to own
a piece of my oasis,
but the true
paradise lies
in the place where
the magic is rendered.
©-MFB III