The days
and dots
that litter my sight make me happy.


Most people aren’t aware that I could be dead right now.

(Well, we could all be dead right now, but my case is a little different.
I won’t go into that. It’s mainly a sidebar for my own reassurance.)

Nonetheless, I often wonder where I would be
If my paintbrush didn’t float this way
or dart that?

What would my canvass look like?

I don’t want to know. Don’t tell me.
I like my painting in its present state.
I like my days and dots.