It felt a little bit like a regression to dig out the poster putty
and start sticking beautiful things to every surface
in sight, sort of frantically, really. I thought I might be judged
for the uneven edges, lack of frame or mat board, the oily spots
on the corners, the husks of magazines, discarded
without having spent their well meant tips.
But first up anyway, a baby’s giant face, mauve lips
shiny sweet with bubbly spit, eyes wide, Oh my god!
I’m here! This is truly remarkable! Then brussel sprouts, tumbling
rebels off their stalk, herds of them stampeding, make a way!
and so I will. Here. Take some space; make it green.
Next, the mahogany hive of a full-bloom dahlia, surprising
its slender stem. One wooden bird; all the blue in the world.
A woman’s back, the back of a kayak at dusk,
half a paddle lifted, half a paddle dipped.
This is a beginning, too, she tells me. Believe it.
Such a glutton am I for inspiration that I make blossoms, buds,
babies and endings loosen their glue and say things I can capture
with a little poster putty and some childishness, and by childishness
I mean reverence. Stay. Stay beautiful for me.
Today I just want to look at beautiful things. It started with a steaming cup of coffee and a crunchy bowl of Kashi. Then there was morning Vinyasa with its constellation of different sized and shaped people. Then a spinach smoothie flecked with raspberries, a patty melt dripping with caramelized onions, my mom's pretty face. I don't even want to write. I just want to stare at beautiful things and read lovely things and let them inspire me. There's a should here, but I'm choosing to ignore it. That's all I've got today.