Today’s offering is a quick sketch over an old background paired with yet another poem – not one of my favorites but I know I don’t have it anywhere on line already (because it’s not one of my favorites).  I chose it because it talks about last night’s hard rain – and boy did it rain hard in real time all night long!  Today I am grateful that it *wasn’t* winter (although we have had below freezing 2 nights earlier this week) because otherwise today would have been all about shoveling snow and I’d be asleep right now.  Yes, it’s late.  I almost didn’t do my creativity for the day because I’ve been cleaning for tomorrow’s gathering and I felt that was creative enough.  But my heart wouldn’t let me skip.  Enjoy!

 Harmonics
 by Tammy Vitale

It is the melting that I love, the way

things become what they are

without witness; how the stone is

worn by water and the wax

beneath the orange flame evaporates

into air; how the poet writes

of migrating geese, and abstract becomes

images more concrete

than the asphalt on which daily I

drive; how the certainty of atoms gives in

to the whimsicality of quanta and chaos.

***

If it were winter, last night’s hard rain

would have been snow, but I would still breathe

 the air, in and out, without thinking.