ART is the
basis
for all that
I do.
It defines me in
ways that words
never have.
It defines my goals
and spirit
in ways that deeds
never have.
It defines me in
ways that memories
never have.
It is always there for me.
It cradles me
when I sleep.
It soothes a
fever.
It soaks
in a huge hot tub
and revives my
sore muscles
when I have overdone it.
And keeps away
really bad
illness with
a single clear thought.
ART defines who I am
and who I will be.
ART is still bubbling up
inside me and
aching to reveal itself
with passion and
abandon.
While I make
lists
and goals
for each day.
ART is the
true definition of
who I am.
