Creative act -
I’d like to perform one.
Whether by paint or by pen, or by deed
I’d like to perform one. I dwell
On its potential for being.
Many’s the mountain that holds
A bold and silent curve.
My eye is caught and held
And look! The solid resolution of the line
Inherent in that opposing mass
Of rock and pine.
There aren’t always mountains
In my immediate line of view.
Today I do not perform a creative act,
Nor will I.
It’s hard enough to watch and know
When others come that close to God.
Yes, in our rowhouse homes and hide-aways,
Art is our salvation,
But few enough look up and out to see it there.
Still, if your tread down the warehouse hall
Holds beauty in its stride,
Or your finger
On the steamed bus window trails a graceful line,
You are redeemed.
We hold the soul of God
Just slightly above our heads and to the left.
I dwell on it.