Abstraction

I’m taking an abstract drawing class. Yes, I assumed I could never draw, but I like this. Abstract Expressionism is the middle of my taste–not to mention the art of the city I was born in. It’s quite difficult–my brain fries and I have to leave early. But it is adding to my appreciation.
I do doodle in words, too, during class.

some marks

signature
of spring wind

once, I could hardly
sign my name

only read
the notation
of sandpipers’ tracks
in sand

my job
was to run
to keep running
to pretend
I didn’t remember

my mother said
if I knew
who I was
you’d be the last person
I’d tell

what was left
in the wake
not just contrail but us

am I smiling
leaning forward
sipping something bitter
at the round table
of the small cafe
because…

was I redeemed?
and by what
if not
myself

you’ve heard
about this country
but I can tell
from your face
you have not visited.

And in the neighborhood–OPENING THIS FRIDAY
Opening Reception 5-7pm
Dan Christensen