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
a rhythm
an "unrhymed" heartbeat.
The
moving-static view from the window.
A feeling.
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.