I am inspired to create
Without boundary
Or fear
Laden with history
And regrets
Lofted by hope
And purpose
Levied by love
And compassion
Most days I carry the weight
Lightly, aloft
Some days I cannot leave the berth
Tethered, grounded
So I touch the Earth
Am grateful for its stability
That I always have a place to land
Rest, and free myself of burdens
Then breathe deeply
Filled and empty
I take to the skies again
Illumined texture
Shadowed depth
Through synthesis, form
So am I expressed
Unconfined
By black or white
No, I: all the subtle tones
Of possibility
Monochromatic textures
In untouchable dimensions
Which I nonetheless
Touch
A formation
Of pilings
Long past utility
Though still
They throw
A striking pose
Just before
The curtain
Falls
One score and five thousand years ago
Human eyes came to see
Human hands learned to make
All our grandiose change
No match for nature’s hand
Foamy leading edge
Losing momentum
Energy fading
It hangs
Still
Just
A moment
She retreated because she had come
To feel the tumult of the ocean
To feel the battering of the wind
To feel the beauty of violence
Without consciousness
This is why she came here
And for a while
It was beautiful
And calming
So too the beauty of the world
Its colour makes it vibrant
And lacking subtle textures
Diminishes its glory