I don’t know what poets do but I know a word can starve a thousand pens of ink I don’t know what thinkers do but if nebulae were cubes I’d be a physicist I think I don’t know what a writer is but I haven’t brushed my teeth in days what for connecting all the dots I don’t know where explorers go but I know to converse with stars and how to keep the light they wrought I don’t know what light is for but to be thankful for my eyes and for the words still in the dark How they twinkle where they are I don’t know if an artist is art or not but I think it be not completely in a detail the lucky little devils escape mistook in the mighty big pictures we overlook I don’t know what a dancer does to the music but man do my feet hurt I don’t know what fools do all day but today I know enough to go find out (Happy April First)
Image: Taylor McCall, The Major Arcana of the Taro as Described by P.D. Ouspensky