Every single day.
Creating! Dreaming! Wondering!
Always in a floating other-world
of art, music, words.
at our heart—
our Creative selves.
I think it comes down
to a single word:
It's the core and blood and depth of us.
It is the True of Us. The Us of us.
I think we'd be lost without it. :)
Today, at sunset
my girl and I went walking
with the dog, of course, and he bounded and we?
Well, we looked up
and saw the birds dancing in the sky.
We sat and watched them
and the dog lay his old self down beside us to wait
(thinking, what sort of walk is this?)
And my girl said, They are so lucky.
Later, I sat here and found a film of birds
on the world wide web
to show and share
(and see? this is how it looked, a little and a lot, just like ribbons and dancing souls)
While at the same time,
(and while my boy sat with a kitten on his lap, reading poetry to us out loud)
my girl wrote a poem
about the birds we had seen in the sky.
in the early night sky
sunset colours flash
and birds circle
and swoop and sing
the night-time song.
for the True, the Deep, the Us of us,
I am grateful.