Sky Colors

Sometimes I sit in my chair.
Not doing anything at all. Blank as a sheet of paper.
Clean as a frost in the first light of morning.
The sky is a charcoal colored canvas.
Sometimes I sit in my chair and wish
That I could reach up and up
Real high.
Take a pencil and just draw. Violet stars in the mid afternoon. Swirls of vermillion and sapphire, whenever I feel like it.
I could paint the dawn. And the dust. And at certain times of the day, I could
Paint a rainbow. Just barely peeping through the thick wall of clouds. The thick wall
Of my thoughts.
On bad days, the sky is ebony. The color of coal because I don’t think
A world with so much suffering and pain
Deserves the colors. But then my mood lightens.
I turn the pencil around, so the point is no longer
Tainting the sky.
I rub and erase all the black.
And it is back to stark white.
Now I can
Pick up my palette. Chartreuse. Azure. Ivory.
I use blushing pomegranate red and thistle. The green of leaves
In the first minutes of spring.
Sometimes I sit in my chair and just imagine. Picture those colors until they are so vivid and so real. I sometimes jump up from sitting and dash to the window.
Stare at the charcoal colored sky. Just to make sure.