remixing the old
separated and settled
a salutation
![Closeup of swirls of green paint.](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/b4d3f6_8bbc9c40dee64dbc97470593cf83c673~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_980,h_975,al_c,q_85,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,enc_auto/b4d3f6_8bbc9c40dee64dbc97470593cf83c673~mv2.jpg)
It can be so random. Like mixing up an old can of paint at your job in order to bring a bit of fresh color and vibrancy to a rundown break room at work—which is precisely when it happened.
A recognition that something forgotten was being mixed back in. “Castle Green” was reemerging like a mythical place out of the clouds. Molecules of colorful pigment had separated, other parts had settled.
... reemerging like a mythical place out of the clouds.
A blending, slowly, slowly. Too vigorous and paint slopped and slobbered over the sides of the can. Patience is the key, I think, though I want it to happen faster. I stop to admire the swirl of Castle Green’s viscous parts then snap some photos. Eventually they blend and I’m able to transform the bench.
I come back to the photo and experience later in the week.
Humph. Indeed. A buzz of awareness: parts of myself had separated and settled. As with the remixing of paint, patience is key. But when I’m finished, a reunion and recognition—a salutation to a forgotten self.
As always, thanks for reading!
PS: This post was originally published to the Haiku Thursday list in July 2022. To read haiku and essays in real time, join the Haiku Thursday list.
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