Rainbow

A blank canvas: something equally empty
and teeming with possibilities.
I look at the papery horizon,
envisioning a new place,
another time
just waiting to be revealed,
pulled from nothingness
and into reality.
I do not worry about the foreboding blankness
that I see,
for I have a secret weapon.
A rainbow of colors
will be my tool;
it will help me create something
from nothing.

The brush falls into the burning crimson,
and ideas rush to my mind’s eye.
Maybe I will paint a fox,
that cunning creature with fur
of fiery red and gold,
that slinks across the forest floor
looking for someone to trick.  
Or a beautiful autumn tree, with leaves
spiraling down toward the coppery grass.
Maybe a dragon,
a powerful beats, reared up on hind legs
to guard his treasure trove,
or even a brick wall, simple and majestic,
used to keep magical beings within its confinement.

Blue, that soft, calming pigment,
will help me bring a starry night to life,
one where the moon is surrounded by clouds,
peaking out to shine down
on the world.
Or maybe an ocean will spill forth, rugged and enraged,
its massive waves crashing along the shoreline.

A dab of yellow will create a field of flowers, where
Summer dances along, opening their petals.

Green will make lily pads, grass, and slow-swimming turtles,
while purple shall be consumed with the design of a Cheshire Cat.

Brown, earthy and strong, shall fluff out a hawk’s feathers,
and white will depict the beauty of clouds, pearls, and unicorns.

I look at the canvas with satisfaction;
it is no longer blank, but now
is home to a colorful new world.
My world, one I created with these
simple colors.
It is true then, I think.
“So many things can come
From a rainbow.”