Toward And Away From

This traveler on foot

wanders with the rain, 

inside the outside world,

as a train's whistle carries.

 She eyes the art that speaks

to her of how proud
 it is

to have become something

she wants to further pursue.

Lines, arcs and the colours too –

 the integration of all their parts

 play such a role as she wanders on

within these shortened days.

 . . . . .

 Creativity arises out of the tension between spontaneity and limitations, 

the latter (like the river banks) forcing the spontaneity into the various forms

which are essential to the work of art or poem.

~ Rollo May

. . . . .

“Look,” she insists,

stopping dead in her tracks.

“See how beautiful

the tree's shadow is cast?”

. . . . .

Standing alongside her, I too admire the texture, the colour and the height

of this somewhat ordinary day – taking umbrage at its impending end.

The outside world

becomes something

the eyes can trace, 

however brief,

as she and I walk

toward tomorrow

and away from today.