Don’t try to work it out.
There are layers of what is seen
and many more which are unseen.
Layers beside each other,
under, on top of.
Narratives which hold the past
and unaware of the future.
Staying on the surface,
as the new shades emerge,
the new way become clear.
Spicy colours beside coolness.
There’s room on the canvas
for them all to exist and
also borrow their own place,
for the canvas keeps changing.
Trusting the process.
Watch as it takes it’s place.
Hold your corner as if it were a tent peg.
Stretch the space.
Hold it open.