She Dabs the World

She dabs the world with her brushes
And cleans emptiness off canvas with color,
Turning pencil into meaning, paper into metaphor,
And plywood into mortifying rushes.

She loves to paint pictures of girls,
Their gazes direct, then gone again,
Looking to the sky, towards sin,
Or talking with silent pearls.

To live to see her
Make light into scene, life into sense,
And rally all that she remembers as recompense
To what she had to endure –
     To live to see her dab the world!