when the sunlight wakes the earth
from its deep sleep,
all creatures bloom.
and through lifted lashes, all is new.
as a newborn recognizes
its mother's voice from inside the womb,
may we remember the warmth of our youth.
the overture was written,
like the calm before a storm.
with hummingbird precision,
we must follow every chord...
time-lapse reveals a slight of hand,
it unties the rules of time and plan.
stillness is only a state of mind,
a blind spot that brightness has left behind.
wet paint is a privilege that we will find.
as the wrist of an artist
pulls the foreground into the frame,
we must learn to focus, all the same.
all these restless conversations
have tied a string to every living thing,
and our illustrations will draw them near.
