How I drew last night

 At first, there was a woman.

All alone. 

Left hand holding the whole world up

Right hand carrying large bags of

Trinkets, troubles, tragedies, terrors and traumas. 

But then I wanted to draw the child

And we know that little kids wander off 

So someone had to hold her hand. 

I made the woman drop her bags 

And hold on to the kid. 

At first I couldn't figure out

How many fingers interlaced in that square inch 

So I drew no hands. 

The arm of the parent flowed seamlessly 

Into the body of the child. 

As it usually is. 

And then, the ball at the top of page suddenly 

doubled in size! 

So I stopped looking at it. 

I focused on the flowery dress 

And the red hair. 

Then I painted the polka dots on the dress of the little girl

and then 

since I was already holding a white pen

I scribbled white waves in the mother's hair

And reverberations in the mother's dress

And I knew that dress was alive and 

moving

flowing with energy 

she could not control 

She started shaking and suddenly

I drew a crack in the stone of the arm

which was holding the world.

Then I made the child's hair bright yellow 

and since I already had the pen in my hand

I painted the  burden at the top of the page

bright yellow too. 

And I knew

At that moment, it had changed its face. 

It wasn't a boulder of worry to keep away 

but a source of light.

And it flew through the crack, and slowly spread around the mother's body and into the child, who  already - who still had the light in herself

And then the logical thing to do 

was do draw the vibrations 

all around 

ripples of light 

wrapping them up in warmth and protection. 

But still, if the mother were to see up ahead

The brightness is starting to fade 

Into cooler colours 

and straighter lines 

And there is another drawing to make 

to figure that out.