I know
No matter who I meet
How I meet them
And how things end with them
Those that I encounter
In my life’s journeys
Forever paint a part of themselves
On the canvas of my heart
Some will be like airbrush strokes
Of featherlight harmony and intimacy
Then gone like smooth quicksilver
Some will be outrageous splashes
Telling me that its way groovy
To wear perwinkles
Some will be abrupt swirls and splatters
All too happy to deliver well deserved kicks
To my denim-clad ass when I need it
Some will be sure and steady handed
Dispelling the prattle of soothsayers and naysayers
Allowing me to be myself
Then there will be some who will streak
Across my canvas like a comet
Then disappear and leave lingering afterimages
Each and every one is an artist
Channeling the colors and textures
Arranging and rearranging the mosaic pieces of my canvas
Into a priceless work of art
An epitome of who I am
©L. Kupfer




