The Culture I Create

Make a mess.
Dare a little.
Care to try?
Just a dabble.

From a clean slate,
then the lines, and squiggles.
Commit the strokes, the blends,
now colors begin to mingle.

A couple squints,
uneasy nerve-ticked chuckles,
The pivot occurred
when it got personal.

Then there’s focus.
Born from intention.
The rest of the world disappeared,
drowned by me and my purpose.

Hands all dirty.
Tools are worn.
There were only six.
But now, a new world is born.