Elegy Owed Blue prints Up and up, the mountain, but suddenly a flat spot exactly the size of the house they would build, and when they went to dig for the foundation, the foundation appeared, just as the beams for the floor, as they started to set them in place, revealed they had always been there, it was like coming into the room to find your diary writing itself, she told the interviewer, who wanted to talk about her paintings but she kept coming back to the house, including the sky above the house, how it resembled her childhood, forgetting how to rain when it wasn’t raining, remembering blue just when she needed to be startled most, don’t you think it odd that my life has always had just enough space for my life, she asked the man’s recorder as much as the man, hoping the recorder would consider the question and get back to her, then you moved to Madrid, the interviewer was saying, and started painting your invisible landscapes, I remember the first window we lifted into place, she replied, that the view of the valley it would hold was already in the glass when we cut the cardboard box away, we just lined them up, the premonition with the day, he had twenty more questions but crossed them off, I have always wanted to build a room around a painting, he said, Yes, she replied, A painting hanging in space, he added, A painting of a woman adjusting a wall to suit a painting, she said, Like how the universe began, he suggested, Did it begin, she wondered, is that what this is?
