"The purpose of art is not the release of a momentary ejection of adrenaline, but is rather the gradual lifelong construction of a state of wonder and serenity." Glenn Gould ~Canadian pianist and composer
we would have liked it to be otherwise
the bright splash of sunshine filling
our minds with words for instant
poems--while dashing to unload
the laundry, & to spend quality time
with the cats--all the while
whistling beetoven's ninth;
one hand stirring the pot of soup,
the other hand drying the dishes
however, what it is, is simply
lovely timing- tethered, no whining
bubbling up, and making calm
ironing the wrinkled questions
until sheets rise over beds
as in leviathan, languorous
or ciabatta, puffy with pride
celebrating, no one hides
we show up to gaze
at the continual brightness,
followed by haze; canyons open
purple, when met with grey eyes
Kate Lamberg
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