The possibilities

The possibilities
When the canvas is blank
Paint the laws of physics
A circle and line flank

No matter the method
Pen, pencil, paint or chalk
Drawing is simply when
A line goes for a walk

We wild seeds must gather

We wild seeds must gather

Shrug off feeling tortured

By time that escaped us

Let’s welcome this orchard

Like comets travelling

Wanting constellation

The connection starts with

A pull then rotation

The cicadas in us

The cicadas in us

Once dormant are awake

Not an eruption like

Volcanoes or earthquake

Nor the prying of clams

Stealing the pearl inside

Just two planets aligned

Gentling causing a tide

Art in its brevity

Art in its brevity

A moment in suspense

A solitary oak

Far from a forest dense

A basic expression

Without punctuation

An element of thought

With self-explanation

An art without fashion

An art without fashion

Perpetual instant

Forms of embellishment

Simply non-existent

No interpretation

Triangle, circle, square

Revealing the hidden

As obvious as air

To become more flexible

To become more flexible

And not hold a firm stance

Merely step to one side

And engage in a dance

Change posture and placement

See a new point of view

Try on another hat

Or slip on a new shoe

Two prodigal siblings

Two prodigal siblings
Each brings a fattened calf
To celebrate a feast
On each other's behalf

Both rejecting the skew
Alternate the magnets
And let the water flow
Once lazy and stagnant

Here upon us a Spring

Here upon us a Spring
That you will never see
Above you flowers push
And trees begin to leave

The Shakespeare question of
To be or not to be
This Spring the quandary
To celebrate or grieve