We had a wonderful show in Montreal at the Green Room last night. Many thanks to all of you who came out and whooped and hollered and listened. Here is a poem and photos from yesterday (Yes, poetry and photos count as artwork… geez…):
Sometimes it is clear that you exist in all the things crowded around you.
In kitchen utensils and art supplies swarming
The same counter tops
In plants, and their discharged leaves and pollen, amidst books referencing
As many locations in the world as the plants originate from
Sometimes it is clear when you have been vacant
The dust grows in the yearning corners
And the rocks, that you once peered at with nothing but wonder, and held with as much reverence as the abandoned chalice from your childhood
Linger with patience in dusty squadrons hoping that your fingertips will someday
Return.
But there are places you never leave.
No matter how much vacancy there has been
You are in those places
That have human names and human faces
And clarity in the midst of disorder
And gratitude that does not cease
Despite the dust of separation