People who make art.
They stop in the middle of the day
to pay attention to the mundane.
It becomes sparks of inspiration:
a scene, a poem, a song, a moment in between.
A soap opera kiss,
a far away memory,
a thought of what could have been
an "unrhymed" heartbeat.
The moving-static view from the window.
A feeling in a messy room.
Ideas of what could be transformed.
Infinite holidays; rolling in bed in a loud summer day.
People who make art
look inside to make the outside as their astonishing minds,
as they stare at the ceiling and listen to that song.
People who make art dive in and shake off the sand of an imagined beach.