That my imagination
would leave room for the imagination.
A canvas to stretch and prime.
I move the sun above the earth and stop
Like an architect at her blank table
The mistakes of my ink bleed across the sky
Red, orange, blue, and white.
My favorite mistake is white.
Like the paper airplanes and
the lilies and the snow, new.
Daring me to try again and again,
I dash my pen and burn my eraser
Against the indomitable wall of white.
My mistakes cannot be forgotten.
They cannot be erased.
But they can be transformed.
Like the demeanor of a white sky
Listening to a heartbeat at peace,
It waits for the winds of something new
Stirring the clouds until pieces of blue break through.