dear reader,
fred gibson has become
my own version
of
(i won't spoil it-
but read it.
it's a short one)
a young girl
gets lost
and her baseball player
hero
becomes her guiding inner voice
i feel very guided
by the power of art
i feel very guided
by the enveloping nature
his willingness
to share
heavyenly
guided
to share how
overwhelming
communing can be
to sit with you
at
our universal table
and
to share the infinity of art
the infinite worlds within worlds
how art
immediately
takes the load off
by offering another language
how we can offer
to each other
and be accepted by
for
art as the door
to our undertow
and that that's
an okay thing to experience
that new terrain
can be welcoming
and when it isn’t
we rely
we trust
we try
reinforce
that art
and those who make it
it's for you
we’re trying to touch you
stoke your little mystery
i'm very motivated by fred again...
alongside
as representations
of the type of
artist
//
human
i want to be
for you
alongside us
imagine my fingertips
collected at the corners
of your mouth
fanning outward
slowly
towards your open ears
until my palms greet
the open fields
of your cheeks
rest there
we can
because
we must
and little by little
(italwayswillipromise)
as the girl who loves fred gibson,
as the girl who loves you,
with a bump of the hip in passing,
