Small strokes
Take a painter’s brush -
a genuine painter and a generous brush.
Pull out every hair but one.
That is what I do:
small strokes,
small strokes on paper.
Even Rembrandt would have problems
with a one-hair brush
and I’m not him.
Small strokes ripple through my brain:
confusing thoughts and music,
laughter and the sound of rain.
All sweet colours of my days
and all the smells of fertile night
are so confined.
Small strokes is what I do.