Watching Dry Paint

I am looking at white paint —

My desk faces a blank wall.

No paintings – no distractions. Nothing on the wall.

But the paint on the wall is not exactly even – I painted it myself.

I can see drips where the paint ran down

an uneven cross-hatch pattern

of the roller going every which way

depressions in the wall – not fully filled in with plaster

before being painted

Some of the brushstrokes look like waves.

My eyes are drawn upward, to the skylight.