The Art Speaks

By

Karen Nelson

When I awoke 

In this field of dreams,

I’d lost a friend

But gained a soul

The friend

(the mother)

Gave a spark of her spirit

Regardless of the toll.

Week after week, day after day

Seeing, but mostly 

Hearing all

That I’d need

To become, to exist where

Nothing existed before;

Knowing the fertile ground

Wherein to plant the seed

She loved that

Idea of me and found

Satisfaction in discovering

The How of me

And now I’m here

Solid hard and solid soft

With a hidden message for

Those who cannot see.