For, what is an artist but one who takes experience and wraps
it up and hands it to you as a gift; or takes a series of moments and sews
them with tesseract thread and so defies that serial killer: time. Burlap
and joy: the day i received my experience just before our goodbyes.
i prayed psalm 30 that morning and received your gift with these words
raining in my head: "Thou hast taken off my sackcloth and clothed me in joy."
So often we preschool teachers were the sackcloth to the children's sword
joys by seizing their weapons and razing their abandoned wood-block castles and
herding plastic animals back to their basket stables; or covering outdoor play
areas with tarps to protect them from weather. How many dragon tears can
one sandbox hold? Or children's tears for that matter. Who can say?
But all the buried treasure in that sandbox i hold in my hands
With this wonder prism block of color like the universe in a grain of sand.
