This is What It’s Like

This is what it’s like:
too many thoughts
moving too fast
for my own brain to make sense of it all,
so I would not expect you
to grasp it or make sense of it in a moment,
so walk way,
or listen,
or stick around for the show.

It doesn’t matter.

Just don’t assume what you see
is what is
until the storm has receded
and the first stroke of the brush
begins to paint,
for this is not a plan
but madness released
to find its own beauty.

About this poem

Could be about art. Could be about dealing with emotions. Could be about…. (fill in the blank.)

Sure was fun to write though.

Tom

PS – The art work was at the Taubman Museum in Roanoke, Virginia. I forgot to get the artist’s name or the title of the work. But it was kinda cool, and made up of Popsicle sticks. Really!