Change as an Art Form
still unable to write
but at least to begin
the gift of the fevers
brought an enchanted vision
three nights in a row
in a blurred concept of time
the same vision appeared
of what was a popular past time
it felt like they were sisters
or sometimes like friends
sometimes with men
a gathering of artists
little tablets were painted
the size of recipe cards
a magical material
that almost painted itself
always there were flowers
simple scenes of such beauty
all represented change
perhaps season, perhaps colour
each scene was to represent
something very present
only to be replaced by the next artist
with a version after time was spent
a vision that arrived outside of time
always
always capturing the beauty of change
showing us change as an art form
gagi 01/04&05/01