Building something beautiful
on a paper of imperfections.
Gliding lines along
spider fingers,
trying to spin
and weave in concert.
No blueprint,
or skeleton.
No guiding light,
or master’s touch.
Just me,
and my mind,
and my soul,
reaching out into the universe.
What is the point
if it is not to make
a connection?
What construction
would possibly become
worthy of the exercise,
and take into account
the beauty and complexity
of the subjects?
There is no more inspired art
than human interaction.
The grace and style
with which we can
exchange
love and fear,
lies, and our excitement.
Our thinking
comes out in astonishing ways.
The words we choose
are vulgar incantations,
when compared
with clothes, and eyes,
and smiles.
We speak in subconscious
complexities
and we’ve been doing it
a while.
So words upon a page
are just an outline.
art is life
and how we live.
From how we wake
and take in
the blessing of a morning,
to how we face the darkness
that awaits us at the end.
I see your eyes
touching my expressions
and your posture shifts,
your breathing quickens slightly.
Now,
we are making art together.
Together we will make the world.
HG – 2022
