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