TRUE ART
Like something being handed to you
at the moment when you least expect
the struggle yet to come,
you discover at the end what it was,
a quality of experience, filling the air:
perhaps, something uniquely part of
memory itself when it works,breaking through like a weather front,
noisy with rays of stray light.
You are timeless, floating when it happens,
holding an outstretched hand and
remembering the awkward eventhow it was before the quality of
strangeness and memorymade it part of your aesthetic,
a symbol you created.
It lingers briefly on your horizon,
a shimmer of levels and flora.
If you see the magic, make light or make art
from the various years of hell you survived
in order to realize this queasy moment.
The token of beginning,
and the trophy at the end are the same rainbow.
True art, one more dusting of heaven,
of August green and grapes on the vine,
is part of the spirit that eventually finds you.
ŠJimmy Warner Design, 2010