More Sweet Chaos

Activating Canvases

This, then, just before five a.m.—

Like confectioner's sugar

sifted lightly on gingerbread,

a dusting of snow on the ground.

I am the first 

to walk my street.

Well, the first in shoes.

Unobserved earlier, a rabbit

has tracked up the gessoed canvas

of our driveway to

pass between the corner

of the garage and the corner

of the back deck.

Another left the safety

of Dale's leafless raspberry canes

to dart across Prospect Street

for the safety 

of the leafless canes 

of our red-twig dogwood shrub.

So, too, no one observed 

the cluster of deer who

ignored social distancing

guidelines to walk flank to flank

up and down the length 

of our hushed street 

before I stepped outdoors

into the velvet dark of predawn

to make my own Thursday morning story

with quiet marks.

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Later the same day I head to my studio for some indoor mark-making using paint, ink, and collage. Four new chaos layers ready to play with.