I am a story teller in search of a story.
A dreamer, a stargazer,
searching an imaginary sky,
for distant galaxies of meaning
trusting that somewhere,
beyond thedark matter–
of a blocked imagination–
there is a something waiting to be seen.
A stargazer knows that beyond the glimmer
of a billion years lies astonishment.
And I must trust that beyond the disappointment
of my failed experiments, and my unfinished drafts,
beyond the storms of my own fear and shame,
beyond all the evidence that I will fail,
there is something that can only be imagined by me
A story–poem–a painting that only I can tell.