I had just begun to toss colors onto white paper and take delight at what would happen.
A black line here and then there…how I hoped something, someone would emerge.
You must have wanted to come forth…I never planned you.
Now every time I glance your way I marvel at the memory of that moment of creative collaboration.
I could never duplicate you or create a style around you,
because I don’t know what I was thinking in choosing those colors, those lines.
You smile at me as if to say, ” that’s ok, I rather like being one of a kind”.