The Evening Sky Is Cloudy

I’m looking for a woman I can want to draw.

When I did know a woman I wanted to draw
I didn’t know how to draw anything at all.

Now I know how to draw. At least a little bit.
But I don’t know any woman I want to draw.

There was a moment like a beautiful comet
At perihelion—a moment bright and fast—
When I both knew a woman I wanted to draw
And I knew how to draw. At least a little bit.
But that moment was bright and that moment was fast.
Too fast. I was never able to, so to speak,
Outfit an expedition to bring together
My observing team—my pencil and eraser,
My drawing tablet, my eyes and brain and right hand—
With the comet—the woman I wanted to draw.

Now I know how to draw. At least a little bit.
But the evening sky now is, so to speak, cloudy.

I’m looking for a woman I can want to draw.