May 6: Painting

alone I am home painting I promised you I would not panic my lust for color now painstakingly clear I am frantic the subtle hum of the wind mixed with the waves it befriends me I I paint for protection to to show mercy not for perfection but for grace Grace still, find me on the spectrum of lavenders capture this within shades of darker blues and rich grays lost in the sunshine I am captivated not anxious nor gasping for air nor weeping nor drowning