maybe it’s true
that art should be serious
or relevant
(whatever that’s supposed
to mean)
and maybe
these musings are too
personal or simple-minded
to matter much at all…
(like a slice
of life from a quiet
corner of the world,
backyard vistas
abutting what’s bucolic
or boring)?
it’s true
i’d rather paint
landscapes
(if i painted at all)
than faces or cities full
to bursting,
yet the truly beautiful
can be found
anywhere you care
to look,
even when that something
is right in front
of you
(and maybe has been
standing there all along,
waiting to be
seen)?
to be fair, i’m no artist.
and when it comes
to writing
about serious things,
the really big
important topics of the day
that seem to matter
so much for so many, well…
there’s really not much to say.
perhaps my voice is ill suited
to the task
or i’m perpetually
naive.
either way,
sorry to disappoint.
