At tonight's all-parish/all school reunion, I encountered a guy I'd gone to grade school with. When he asked me what I'm up to, I said I wrote... prose, poetry... whatever moved me. And dabbled in a variety of art forms... whatever moved me. I so rarely DO that... claim to be an artist of any kind, because I always know there are people MUCH more talented than I, and so what right do I have to claim the title. But it felt good tonight... because he BELIEVED me!
Is that all it takes??? Why don't I believe the rest of you?! Maybe because I think that most of you filter your experience of my art through some level of fondness for me... predisposing you to like what I do... while this man has no such filter. Anyway, thanks for all the times you've encouraged me to envision myself differently than I would left to my own devices.
Your faith is the crack
in the sidewalk through which my
talent bravely grows
(Haiku: seventeen syllables which say:
I am tired. My feet
hurt and I just want to go
right to bed. Good night.)
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