Feels like
Creating a linoblock print
Narrow cuts
Angular and separate
Each surrounded by just enough space
To form a cohesive image
In any direction
Can distort the purpose
Destroy clarity
Blur the final product
Feels like thick ink
Waiting to be pressed into service
Heavy with anticipation
Anxious about when the fated act will happen
If it will hurt
If losing some of itself to a greater purpose
Makes the mess easier to clean up
Feels like the blank page
Radiant with longing
Beaming its intentions out into the studio
Knowing the artist can sense its presence
Aware that soon its purpose will be fulfilled
Grateful at the opportunity to serve
To display and uplift a vision greater than itself
Takes me to the bottom of the page
To the end of this poem
Past the moment of doubt and
insecurity
Into the fulfillment of creation
And back into the calm
Of knowing
Ease in
This
Moment
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