The bigger picture is deemed as the perfect perspective
from top to bottom
side to side
to the scribble of a signature in the corner.
“Do you see how that blue bleeds into the red? How each curve flows with the rest?” my friend asks.
“Where do you see that?”
“Right….there!”, they point.
I search for the beautifully blended purple,
the meditated curves that create the harmony
that my friend has discovered.
Suddenly, the picture becomes jumbled.
Every careful choice of color turns into a muddy gray.
Each curve becomes a twisted jungle.
I am a fool
walking through a desert
of the beautiful purple and harmonized lines.
I am helpless,
This desert stretches for endless miles.
This is IMPOSSIBLE.
IMPOSSIBLE to figure out.
Through all of my angst,
I forgot that I had my friend at my side.
How can they be so calm,
when the path in front of you
is a wicked–
“All you need is the two feet in front of you.
You will then find the purple,
or any color you wish to find along the way.
You will find your harmony — not in the perspective of the whole piece,
but in the moments of each glance along the path.”
All you need is two feet,
to see where to begin,
& where to keep going.