As a visual person, I imagine all arts as parallel lines moving forward and equally. Lines that at some point change to intersect and create together. A couple of months ago, I was telling a group of art students that I don’t know much about poetry, but have a thirst to learn. I love books and bookstores, and visit my local (small business) bookstore in Brooklyn often. When I browse the poetry section, I truly don’t know where to start. But the feeling of discovery is exciting. I’m thankful to live in a community where there is no lack of creativity or possibilities to make connections.
A story is like water that you heat for your bath.
It takes messages between the fire
and your skin. It lets them meet,
and it cleans you!
Beauty surrounds us,
but usually we need to be walking
in a garden to know it.
The body itself is a screen
to shield and partially reveal
the light that’s blazing inside your presence.
Water, stories, the body,
all the things we do, are mediums
that hide and show what’s hidden.
and enjoy this being washed
with a secret we sometimes know,
and then not.