At
My
Computer
Every
Day,
But
Sometimes
The
Sky
Gets
In
The
Way,
And
I’m
Drawn
To
Do
What
I Did
For
Years
Before.
It’s
Sort
Of
A
Tiny
War.
I Choose
The
Myriad
Shades
Of
Blue
To
Achieve
The
Proper
Hue,
Judge
The
Ratio
Of
White
To
Paint
The
Suffused
Light,
Then,
Some
Satisfied,
I Go
To
My
Desk
And
Write.
It’s
A
Daily,
Bloodless
Fight,
And
I Don’t
Know
If
I’m
Ever
Right.