One day a week ago the blazing fall colors were what occupied the art-mind-space, so I squirted fluid acrylics paints on the paper and started finger painting madly with them. Then let the piece incubate a few days and did some drawing with inks. Playing with the inks on another piece of scratch paper (the bee and flowers with white), I ended up cutting them out and collaging them to the painting. A rather riotous garden emerged, and then the words.

I doodle at my table
strewn with pencils,
pens, paints, papers
scissors. . .
bees doodle too
with pollen pastels
like this bug eyed one
whose trail I follow
to still the swirl of mind