Friends of Bill W.

[Tommi]

Originally Posted by LeftWriteFemme

September 18



OLD BOOKKEEPING, NEW PAINTING

What will become of the fine lines
I use to divide good news from bad?
How will I handle life with no screen to keep
the silt from shifting across my personal landscape.

A delicate crosshatch had kept little checks in little boxes
Now the checks are bouncing randomly,
No pattern or restraint.
My old bookkeeping has come to an abrupt end
Leaving many questions and much uncertainty.

I lift the green visor from my brow,
Looking for answers from the periphery.
Taking the long view
I put down my pencil and pick up my paints.

Sling the easel over my shoulder
And walk away from meticulous survival.
The fine lines I have now are in my brush strokes
And even bad news is somehow good.

Want to tell you I think this is exquisite, thought provoking, and motivational. Life is a journey without a written guidebook or map, so, painting new horizons is a wonderful choice to have.