Artist

Traces of 

your genetic material 

your unique composition 

are left on 

everything you touch

I can recognize 

which pieces are yours

from across 

the room

the specificity of your breath

your voice

your perception 

are what make your work

precious to the world

because we are all

different 

that is what compels the glance

not the curves of the body

or wide shoulders 

which many can claim

not the arresting symmetry 

of beauty

ordinary in its daily appearance 

rather the single flower

in the field

that the eye may 

light upon

and know again

stroke the pen, the brush 

against the paper

grip the bowl-to-be tenderly

upon the wheel

line up the camera lens 

and wait in the hush

of your reflections

for the perfect moment

that you may leave the mark

of your vision 

so we may also

see it.