Back When…
by Odin Roark

Might a being’s work,
A life’s journey
Be no more than
A slow trek
To rediscover
The discovered?

And

Might art,
Whose palettes of experience
Rendering beauty often
From ill-begotten chance,
Be of ancient vibrations,
Echoing wars,
Pestilence,
Love and birth
Into the ever twining strings of yesterday’s today,
Weaving the course for finding the next two or three
Great and simple creations,
In whose presence
Creation’s heart first opened?