Rehabilitation (a poem)

Not in a writing mood today, so it’s just this…

Paint
thick like glue
pools on the canvas
the colors melting
into a dull green

Brush strokes mean nothing here
bubbles and blisters
leak into the path
travelled by the brush
the submersion is complete

This once-blank square
has taken on my discarded mask

It is now my duty
to give it the new face
it has been missing

It will be a little grey
around the edges
but the main features
will be intact

(6 July 2018)