I live in a speck of a town on the edge of a state so vast I often forget we are minuscule. I'm not quite the big fish I expected I'd be as I gawk between walls of stone masterpiece trickling with wide- not small- rivers- not ponds- or gaze at the living room window view of the farmer's field that opens wide as my eyelids close, slow, because I've got it memorized like a painting I leap into the spirited winds. The mighty mountains fly my soul like a kite up, up, and away to be one with the crystal sky. My heart bursts into the cauliflower cumulus clouds at peace. In the arms of my love we don't have to speak or think. We breathe. We feel the rhythm of our respire. Harmonious hums of our alternating gasp, expel, gasp, expel. Heartbeat drums when my ear is pressed against his warm chest. He is alive. He is near. He is mine and I am safe at peace. When I cry I grasp for his hands to hold as he ha-ha's and tickles the pain away. Through tears, a joyous grin reluctantly wrinkles across my face. Red cheek rain drop giggles into his sturdy shoulder at peace. I invent nuance and beauty with the brilliant bristles of my baton. Creating colors that I control and desire whirling to my every whim or weighing on ivory silk bringing an idea to life and making it dance. Through another tool, my magic wand, a racing mind becomes free-flowing thoughts that skate out onto paper. Drip-drop raven ink starts to pour from me and pumps vigor into a new body. Something that can be seen, heard, used, remembered. I give birth with one hand and sip coffee with another at peace. Once a year I fly to the snow capped northeast because I dream of white dusted rooftops and birch branches and sparkling trails of footprints followed up to the covered brick steps and apple pie whiff of a "welcome home" warm hug from a saint of a mother and sweet soldier of a father surrounded by swirled snickerings from sisters. The towering trees are everywhere my eye can find, as everpresent as the familiar love of old friends lingering in city streets I used to sleep on. I've arrived at peace. A creation, an emotion, a connection, a deep breath, a warm touch, a keen flash. All of it, art. All of it, love. All of it, peace.
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