You are primary colours
I am the shades between.
You are known and referred to
My inky indigo is a gamble for the palette
You are immediate, the forefront of a child’s initial recollection
I am an invention
An afterthought of interest,
Perhaps an interesting complexity
When the child in her innate excitement abandons caution, hand and water glass collide
And we mix
With intrinsic clumsiness the page is alive with possibility;
should she choose to spare the paper.