There is little risk in painting yourself invisible.
Stripped of old habits, there is talent in capturing
the image of no one.
Another day waits
to be endured, balanced loosely
like a brush held by unremarkable fingers.
Ignore the colors that tempt from the palate.
They eventually assume the deadly brown
of footprints struck in the muck of rain-pelted clay.
Do not count on mirrors, they offer no reflection.
Danger rests in believing the honest blue of the sky.
It will break your heart to presume to see.
©JP Reese 2010
First Published in Corium Magazine, December, 2010