Art is a
way of looking
at nothing
beyond common places
of the obvious
in recalcitrant moments
when stories conflagrate
in darkness, shades of
colours, with someone,
something knocking at
the heart.
When doors are shut
and closed windows guard
children splitting with
laughter, dogs barking,
the sabre-bare night
doing all the talking.
When rains wash the hills
and dawn glistens
and you are ready once again to step out into a world, so so familiar.
