We Are Paint in Metal Cans

We Are Paint in Metal Cans

BY Gwendolyn Soper

We Are Paint in Metal Cans

We are paint in metal cans.
We drip, we hurl, we
swirl our colors of fear
confusion and sadness
onto a canvas the size
of our grief.
It follows us wherever we go
hovering a few feet
behind our heads like a kite
splattered with spittles
of angry red vermillion, swirls
of blue sadness, puddles of brown
confusion – your colors and mine
we are the art.
Today the unframed apparition
is reflected in the glass.
I finally notice other colors
I’d been too selfish to notice before:
huge splashes of courageous purple
and powerful black.