Watercolour days

Watercolour days

A soft wash

Bleeding on paper blue skies

Melting into a wind-tossed sea

The smell of coffee

Waltzing on the breeze

Pastel shades of difference

Blending into commonplace

Pelicans are birds too

See how they fly

Toes dipping in the ocean

Sea-plane landings

Do they carry babies

In their mouths

Jaw-dropping moments

Missed in the drawdown

Of self-editing

Live constructs

Roughly sketched into a matrix

Sieved in fine detail

Once removed

Familiar patterns

Emerging

From the amalgam

Of blurred edges

Composite memories

Formed

From an endless relay

Of found material

An architectural knowledge

Built upon the dreams

Of a blue jay day

We may have re-imagined

From fragments of narrative

Drawn together

To create a record

Stored

In order

To be retrieved

But never

Was it ever

Truly seen