Five Sailboats

It is a painting, on slate,
almost lost in a dark corner of the museum.
Five sailboats on a lonely coast,
some sails furled, some unfurled,
a moment, not of stillness, but movement.
Working boats. not thinking of themselves as art,
and yet, like each of us, they are.

About this poem

There is art in life. More than we recognize sometimes.

Tom