I wouldn’t mind
having a big room where
on the clean floor
somewhere farther than the middle
this
will stand
just a line
maybe dark grey
as here
and people will get
a little book
of white thick paper
and a beautiful small collection
of very soft oil crayons
to do anything they want
with color
and I will go away
to sit in the garden
with a cup of
coffee
and infinity
then
people will come to me
with their color works
and we will laugh
like children
on a free day
from school.
We do, I am certain, yearn for that “day free from school” to cross over the threshold of solidity and be lifted like a heavy submarine from the depths by helium balloons and laugh like little children. And doing this among friends our own lines and colors experiencing the frequency of love.