I draw a longtail (a Bermuda sea gull).
We ride air currents.
At some point, I give up control.
I break free of the graph paper source of calligraphy
Into the open space of board and brush,
I ride through foam, aware
Of teeming life and layers beneath
My brush, no outsider, strokes
Deep inside the beauty,
Folly and energy of this world.
I begin to paint and draw, often as play,
With intention but no plan.
Charcoal, paint, board take on
Their own life, start to breathe,
Demand nourishment, direct me.