There is an energy
a bringing
forth into the world kind of energy ..
labor
pushing the making of art.
Letters,
words, layers of letters and words
whisper
under my skin and ease out of me
christening an authentic self .. and, I know her,
I knew her before my time.
Pass
the mirror and pause, see the smile?
Reflection, a lovely woman ..
“Oh! Here
you are!” She says,
“So nice to see you again.”
This is
where my art takes me .. art takes me.
Whatever art and whatever person, the
expression is like saying “hello” to my oldest friend.
“Dear one,
how wonderful - how as it should be ..
to be
seeing you now. Have you seen my art?
It
is you, isn’t it? It is fulfillment, isn’t it?”
Reverie ..
music, tiny bells and triangle tap a
thrilling
tune traveling the night air.
Steadily ..
I know that life is art and within this art, joy.
