The color needs to go on every day,
Before the shine comes off,
Like a polaroid developing in reverse.
We used to paint in the mornings,
After nights spent like ships caught in storms,
But the wall always seemed bigger upon waking,
So now we paint
Whenever we begin to lose the light.
Rollers and brushes emerge,
Drop cloths are laid down to catch spills,
And we work
Until things look new again.