Ebb and flow

A work in progress

my colors merge and shift

eddy and dissolve

as my tide retreats

This crucible of scars seared scarlet

now a washed purple

painted on sand

burnished in depths

Glancing through amber my son pauses

traces his fingers on the strokes

then surges away

a tumble of gold in green

Even before I knew

pieces of me were shorn

pink went first

azure drifted after

I resist the fade

sheathe myself in color

a swash of blue-green

a slash of cadmium red

Aching for remembered bloom

I submerge myself

in his fearless kaleidoscope

and find

My palette has expanded

the tide turns

I am again awash in color

no nearer completion.