a poem
Every night I close my eyes,
And someone places a sheet of painted paper behind my eyelids,
One color after another:
Misty blue, forest green,
Purple-gray, and burning red…
The colors saturate my dreams.
I am too excited to sleep.
The windows are open from floor to ceiling,
And the wind blows all around, like the ocean.
We are monks on an island, not speaking,
Bent over in our devotional task.
Painting, cutting, and gluing.
Only the sunlight visits us.
I thought everyone dreamed in colors?
poem by Lauren Kindle, October 2022
Further Reading: Artist Resdiency at the Mount Gretna School of Art