We Are All Creative
by Odin Roark

From cloud-portrait skies
To ripple-reflective waters,
Abstract teddy bears and dragon tails
Swirl about originality’s need,
Joyfully making sense of literal absurdities.

How inflexible
The dictators of confinement,
Fearful of exploration’s uncovering,
Knowing beneath the obvious
May reside an essence
A note-worthy interpretation of yesterday’s foreshadowing,
An excavation of knowledge protectively preserved,
But always redeemable,
Knowledge well aware invention lives intimately
With the tenacity of trial and error.

Yet…

How rigid yesterdays continue,
Promoting languid senses to deliver only matter-of-fact,
While inner cravings long for the cake beneath the icing,
Glacial essence beneath crevasses of danger,
Erudition’s gleaned consequence of tearful epiphanies,
Wisdom’s forever peeling of the metaphoric onion.

Imagination beckons tomorrow’s child of wonder,
Young adults pondering confusion,
And liberated minds celebrating freedom.

Fulfillment’s infinite capacity to transport
Stands at the ready, extending a gentle hand
To enjoin its maxim of truth: We Are All Creative.