I used to think
I used to think paintings were
Just facts and descriptions
(extraordinary descriptions)
Of passing clouds, granite,
The sea, etc
And whether to include gulls
or how many.
But now I see these worlds
Are all abstractions, bits of liquid
Color and equivalents precisely
Mixed and laid down,
Left on their own
To assemble, dissemble,
Or rearrange as needed.
Like us,
Some paintings have long
And confusing lives.