It is art you want.
It is craft you build most days,
chipping away, doing the work.
Try this. Try that. Experiments.
Hoping somewhere, some time
the soul will leak into the steel,
will seep into the colors, lines, words,
all the tools you have surrounded yourself with,
the ones you perfect day after day, waiting
for something to break, for
it is in the cracks
the art leaks out.
About this poem.
Like most people who reach a certain age, I have half a dozen sayings that I use all the time. “Life is a big science experiment.” is one of mine. So is art.