Letting Go of the Conceit
Imparting tiny grains of colored sand with intricate thoughts
Until one giant flower covered the ground. It was so beautiful
I wanted take it home with me.
After it was done, the little man smeared great swaths of color against itself until
It was nothing but white sand.
It should have changed my life. I should have taken it away with me
Let his day disappear in the pursuit of beauty, but just the beauty of the moment.
I fully intended to go home and erase everything I had ever written
As the artist’s apparent satisfaction at the act of creation
Should be enough for me, too.
But I didn’t.
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