White Canvas # 1

The canvases are white; it seems

As if the galleries are closed,

And all the people here appear

To be looking at, nothing at all.

Contradiction is lacking here.

We're Greys and whites and blues for now.

I want to take a white canvas,

Throw it in the air.

Let it paint us all of which

We seem to miss.

For it is not over yet,

No time, to worry about it

You are, just getting started,

So much left to go on.

No time to pause for breath,

Even though it's perfect,

As you're looking out the corner

Of your eye.

And when we have all of that beauty

On our canvas,

We'll just smile, sit back and relax,

And ignore the world.