Ink scratching over the page
Lettering itself into words
Writing in every direction at once
But in the end reading together as a whole
It's very impressionistic
Like a Monet painting
Remember the water lilies?
Standing in the museum
As close as you can get
Without crossing that red velvet line
Just above your head
Looking up and seeing splotches of color
Blue and green swish-swashed
Over the canvas
And that's it
Then your mother takes your hand
Pulls you back to where she's standing
And you look again
This time you see the picture
The blue and green strokes
Become water and lilies
Right before your eyes
Almost like a magic show
Except you can't see them change
There's no magician
No painter
Just you
and
The picture