Wet in Wet

Pigments stain wet paper

Swirl out in rolling clouds

Of colors that run together

 Blend ochre for antelope hides

For sand dune forms and

For the earth I roll up under my toes.

I add Paynes gray translucent as water

And a touch of vermilion for desire.

Palette and brush extend from the mazes

 Of my brain and move to rhythms imbedded

In cycles of stars, the arms of

Spiral galaxies, in the dances of creation

Bright planets and singing stars

In the rolling of waves, the beating of wings

And wind sighing through green leaves of trees

And singing in gold and green grasses

 I am making my wet into wet painting

                           --Babara Spring