a surface for symbols

will we leave residues
like the plants do
tiny particles of soil in water
presence on a little plate

will we forget
and others too
our life
when we go

what records will we leave
will they be patterns
or just evidence with no meaning
that someone was here
alive and colourful

there is mist
it’s not a fog
but it’s purpose is the same
to hide and protect

colours are like ghosts
we think they’re real and have substance
like all the things we can touch

and so with painting
layers upon layers
always looking for a truth
and a meaning in painting

and those nagging thoughts
is it finished? is the poem whole
in itself, does it have soul?

months go by
another blank canvas