A Picture Show

Sliding back 
Into an old self 
During moments 
Of aloneness  

Thoughts, unresolved 
Take over 
Every second 
I am not engaged 
Thoroughly 

Everyday conversation 

Laundry 

The train ride 

NBA playoffs 

The job 
Takes effort 
To redirect 
Focus 
On the tangible world

Grabbing whatever 
Freedom 
In every moment 

To play 
To indulge 
In feelings 
Unexpressed 
Visions 
That keep coming, now 

Words that need to flow 
Real life has become a distraction 
Art has taken center stage  

This morning 
Sunrise creates 
A picture show 

Through my living room glass 
Framed 
Glimmering shades of Caravaggio green 
Grey shadows and light 
Cast upon brown floor tiles 

Around my feet 
Life begins 
With such color and texture 
I breathe in the warmth 

How can the heart not gladden  

Gladys on the iPhone 
Turns on 
My womanly voice 

Kicking in 
From the gut 
Travels to the mind 
Memories take over  

An ache 
A smile 
An idea 
Expands 

Soars 

Words float 
Upward 
From within 

I scramble 
To capture 
Arrange 

Rearrange 

Discard 
A live 
Dynamic 
Puzzle  

Until it does justice 

Until it means what I want it to mean 

Until it feels right 

Until it is true  

The light  I absorb 
From without 
Mirrors 

Reflects 

This art 
I create 

From within 
Which I try 

To release 

When the sun comes up 

Every single day