The Fine Art of Waiting.

I have lived my life under the assumption that Picasso was right,
working often without direction. Working hard
as if the work itself was important
when all it was was a placeholder,
sometimes with meaning, sometimes not,
simple work while I wait for God’s breath.

About this poem.

Inspired by Picasso’s famous quote about inspiration, which fell into one of my feeds this morning: “Inspiration exists, but it must find you working.”

Part of my looking at myself as I approach my 70th birthday. I drift well, I think. There are worse traits.

The photograph is the washroom at one of my favorite museums, the Hancock Shaker Village in Hancock, Massachusetts.

Tom