By Lindsey Schaffer

My hand guides the bristles

Skimming the water in a cool lapis

to calm the rippling flares

that ride upon peaks of tiny finger waves


Beneath the surface

the tangled roots of water lilies careen slowly

through fractals of

sequin sifted sunlight splashes

of vermillion that trickle in honey embers from overhead brush


“What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence”


I blink and a canvas appears.

Monet sets down his brush.