to ground me to fix myself in time.
I like the pipe it takes the gaze
from my wounds.
Blue follows me, my eyes shaded
round and round the room.
My palette’s muted now, time steals red
renders yellow brown.
Shadow softens shapes.
I love that green coat, fern
reminds me of spaces in Arles
evening ease, a sliver of a moon
trees silent sentinels
before my ear and the world