Feels like Dirt

Connecting with the Earth.

A burning in my finger.

Soft and Rough.

Broken and Blended.

The colors that remain separate.

Overlapping, peeking through.

Dancing, shedding, alive.

Revealing layers of itself.

Until there’s nothing there but dust.

The thickest darkness.

And colors where the light shines through.

This is what it is like to paint with dirt.