I’ve seen art

Seen it in people, seen it in their eyes

Seen it become a product of them

Molded from their hands

Hung on walls

I’ve seen it painted in the sky with pastel colors

Slow-moving clouds against a fast-setting sun

Seen it riding in on seafoam waves

And returning again to deep Pacific hues

I’ve felt art

Felt it from the kiss of a lover

And the sting of their loss

Felt it in the midst of my own creation

As I write, as I paint

I’ve felt it flowing from the breadth of my hands

Through my blood

Into my bones

I’ve seen art

I’ve felt it 

I have come to know it well

And when I see you,

I truly see you

I feel you, I know you…

You are so familiar to me

You are art