The Artist
Irrelevant but connected time draws us close
to a mindful revelation that perhaps time
is all but some sort of cartoon image
and we are all caught
in the artists’ bare hand
Irrelevant but connected time draws us close
to a mindful revelation that perhaps time
is all but some sort of cartoon image
and we are all caught
in the artists’ bare hand
Where’s the connection without the relationship?
Where’s the trust without the communication?
Irrelevant but connected time draws us close
to a mindful revelation that perhaps time
is all but some sort of cartoon image
and we are all caught
in the artists’ bare hand
I think I’d like to be a wombat
living underground under a tree
in these uncertain times
in solitude
in isolation
I could go into hibernation
sleep like a bear
sleep the winter months away
with no knowledge of the troubles in the world – without breaking, without loss
I would awake in spring
after the storm
with calm restored